LOGINDOMINIC I woke before she did. Sunlight cut across the bed through a gap in the curtains. Elena lay against my chest with one arm draped over my stomach. Her breathing was slow and even. Dark hair spilled across the pillow and my shoulder. The sheet had slipped down to her waist. I could see the faint marks my hands had left on her hips the night before.I stayed still and watched her. Overnight had not been part of the original terms. I had broken my own rule the moment I asked her to stay. The larger problem was that I did not regret it. Her body felt right against mine. Warm. Soft. The scent of her skin and the sex we had shared still hung in the air. My cock was already half hard from the simple fact of her being here.She shifted in her sleep and pressed closer. The movement made her breast brush my side. I exhaled quietly and let my hand rest on the curve of her lower back. The skin there was smooth. I traced small circles with my fingertips and felt her begin to wake. Her brea
ELENAI walked out of the hotel with my legs still unsteady. The night air hit my face and did nothing to cool the heat under my skin. Every step reminded me of how he had felt inside me. Deep. Thick. Relentless. I could still feel the stretch of him and the way he had held my hips in place while he came. My thighs brushed together and the slickness he left behind made me bite the inside of my cheek.The ride home passed in a blur. I kept replaying the moment he pushed into me for the first time. The low sound he made. The way his hands controlled every movement. I had come twice and both times felt like they were pulled out of me by force. I should have felt used. Instead I felt empty the second the door closed behind me.I stripped the dress off as soon as I reached the apartment and stood under the shower. Hot water ran down my body. I washed between my legs and watched the evidence of him swirl away. My fingers lingered longer than they needed to. I was still sensitive. One slow c
DOMINICI ended the call and sat back in the chair. The office was quiet. The only light came from the desk lamp. My cock was already hard against my pants. I had watched her face the entire time. The way her breath changed. The way her shoulders tensed. The flush that rose up her neck when I told her exactly what I wanted. She had tried to hide it. She failed.I stayed still for a long moment and let the image of her settle. Elena Marks. Twenty nine. Freelance designer. Sharp when she needed to be. Soft when she listened. I had spent months watching the way she took correction on a design file. The small nod. The way she adjusted without argument. I wanted that same obedience with my hand in her hair and my cock in her mouth.I stood and walked to the window. The city lights stretched out below. My reflection looked back at me in the glass. Controlled. Unmoved. That was the version I showed everyone else. Tonight the control felt thinner. I had not planned to make the offer so soon.
ELENAI sat at my desk with the laptop open and the design file still loading. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional car passing outside. It was past midnight. I had promised the final revisions by morning and Dominic Hale did not accept late work.I clicked the meeting link when it appeared on the screen. His face filled the window a few seconds later. He looked the same as always. Sharp jaw. Dark eyes that never seemed tired. White shirt with the top button undone. The office behind him was dim.“Elena,” he said. His voice came through clear and low. “You’re still working.”“I am. The last set of changes took longer than I expected.” I shared my screen and pulled up the file. “I adjusted the spacing on the logo and cleaned up the color palette like you asked.”He leaned closer to his camera. His eyes moved across the design. I watched his face for any sign of approval or criticism. He gave nothing away at first. Then he spoke again.“
KristyHarvey’s apartment was quiet and clean and felt nothing like a hotel room.The second the door shut behind us the last of the office distance disappeared. He backed me against the wall and kissed me like he had been thinking about it since conference room B. I opened for him immediately. His hands shoved my skirt up and found me still wet from his fingers hours earlier. He groaned into my mouth and rubbed me in slow, deliberate strokes until my hips moved against his hand.“All day,” he muttered. “Watching you sit at your desk knowing I had my fingers in you. Watching you try to act normal. I’ve been hard since you walked out of that conference room.”“Then do something about it.”He walked me to the bedroom, stripped me, and pushed me onto the bed. I watched him undress with the same focused intensity he gave to everything else. When he climbed over me and thrust into me in one long stroke I cried out into his shoulder. He fucked me deep and steady, one hand under my hip, the
Harvey Marcus was already in the lobby when I came down the next morning, coffee in hand and a list of follow-up points ready.Kristy stepped out of the elevator a minute later looking composed and polished. Nothing about her suggested she had spent the previous night bent over a desk and then riding me until she shook. We moved through the remaining client sessions as a clean unit. Marcus stayed close the entire day, inserting himself into every discussion. I sat beside Kristy and felt the constant pull of knowing exactly how she had taken me the night before. She kept her answers sharp and her eyes on the work. The professional surface held.By late afternoon the client signed off on the final revisions. Marcus announced he was taking a red-eye home that night instead of waiting for the morning flight with us. The relief that moved through Kristy’s posture was small and immediate. We shared a rideshare back to the hotel with him still talking through next steps. On the eighth floo
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the







