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THREESOME WITH MY BOSSES (part 3)

Author: S.sharma
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-08 12:55:53

I knew what I was walking into.

And still, my legs shook as I stepped into Sterling’s office the next night.

The city glittered outside the windows, but inside, only the low amber glow of a desk lamp lit the room. My blouse clung to my skin with nervous sweat, my panties already damp just from the thought of what was about to happen.

They were waiting.

Damon lounged on the leather couch, tie gone, shirt half-unbuttoned, his grin wicked. “Told you she’d come crawling back.”

Sterling stood by the desk, sleeves rolled, his gray eyes unreadable. “Shut the door, Harper.”

The click echoed like a gunshot. My pulse hammered.

“Strip,” Sterling ordered.

The word shot straight to my core. My fingers fumbled with buttons, pulling my blouse off, shimmying my skirt down until I stood in nothing but black lace bra and panties. Damon’s whistle filled the air.

“Fuck, she’s perfect.”

Sterling’s gaze swept over me, slow and cold, making my nipples harden. “All of it.”

Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasp
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  • Twisted Temptation    THREESOME WITH MY BOSSES (part 3)

    I knew what I was walking into.And still, my legs shook as I stepped into Sterling’s office the next night.The city glittered outside the windows, but inside, only the low amber glow of a desk lamp lit the room. My blouse clung to my skin with nervous sweat, my panties already damp just from the thought of what was about to happen.They were waiting.Damon lounged on the leather couch, tie gone, shirt half-unbuttoned, his grin wicked. “Told you she’d come crawling back.”Sterling stood by the desk, sleeves rolled, his gray eyes unreadable. “Shut the door, Harper.”The click echoed like a gunshot. My pulse hammered.“Strip,” Sterling ordered.The word shot straight to my core. My fingers fumbled with buttons, pulling my blouse off, shimmying my skirt down until I stood in nothing but black lace bra and panties. Damon’s whistle filled the air.“Fuck, she’s perfect.”Sterling’s gaze swept over me, slow and cold, making my nipples harden. “All of it.”Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasp

  • Twisted Temptation    THREESOME WITH MY BOSSES (part 2)

    The office was too quiet after dark.The hum of the city drifted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside Sterling’s office, silence pressed against me like a hand around my throat. My palms were clammy. My knees jittered beneath my skirt. I had told myself a hundred times I should leave—that this was insane, wrong, career suicide—but my body stayed glued to that leather chair.Because the truth was uglier. I wanted it.I wanted them.The door opened. My heart jumped into my throat.Damon strolled in first, jacket slung over his shoulder, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, golden skin gleaming in the dim light. He smirked when he saw me.“Good girl,” he drawled, tossing his jacket over the couch. “I wondered if you’d run.”My throat was dry. “I almost did.”He stepped closer, his scent curling around me, warm spice and sin. His hand brushed my cheek, tilting my chin up.“But you didn’t,” he whispered, his thumb skimming over my lower lip. “You stayed. Which means…” His s

  • Twisted Temptation    THREESOME WITH MY BOSSES (part 1)

    I never thought my first “real” corporate job would feel like I’d signed my soul away to the devil.Scratch that. Two devils.The glass tower of Sterling & Cole Enterprises gleamed against the Manhattan skyline like a monument to power, money, and every dirty little fantasy I was trying not to have. I had only been here three weeks, yet I was already losing my grip on professionalism. Why? Because my bosses weren’t normal men—they were predators dressed in Armani.On one hand, there was Mr. Adrian Sterling. Cold. Precise. The kind of man who didn’t just walk into a room, he claimed it. Jet-black hair always slicked back, silver cufflinks glinting, voice low enough to make my thighs clench when he barked orders. He never smiled. Never laughed. But when those icy gray eyes pinned me down in meetings, I felt stripped bare, as if he could see every dirty thought I was trying to bury under my tailored skirt.Then there was his partner—Mr. Damon Cole. The opposite. Carefree, cocky, with a s

  • Twisted Temptation    HIS DIRTY PROPOSITION (part 5)

    Scarlett hated the dress he’d sent. Tight black silk, low cut, no bra. He hadn’t even included underwear. When she stood in the mirror of his penthouse bathroom, she felt naked already. Dominic came up behind her, adjusting his cufflinks, smirk tugging at his lips. “Perfect. Every man at that dinner is going to want to fuck you. And every time they look, I’ll know your pussy is dripping for me.” Her cheeks flamed. “I’m not—” He slid a hand up her thigh, finding the slick proof of her body’s betrayal. His chuckle was dark. “Liar.” The restaurant was five-star, every table glowing with candlelight, walls lined with fine art. Powerful men and women filled the room. Scarlett felt small, exposed, sitting beside Dominic as he ordered wine worth more than her rent. She tried to focus on the menu. But Dominic’s hand was already on her thigh. “Don’t,” she hissed under her breath. “Don’t what?” His fingers slid higher, inching beneath the silk until he brushed against her bare folds.

  • Twisted Temptation    HOS DIRTY PROPOSITION (part 4)

    Scarlett told herself she wasn’t going back to his penthouse. Yet there she was, two hours later, standing in the middle of Dominic Kane’s glass-walled lair again. The city glittered outside, but all she could see was the sleek black leather case sitting open on the counter. Inside lay rows of objects she didn’t want to name — vibrators, cuffs, plugs, paddles, straps. Her stomach knotted. “What the fuck is that?” Dominic poured himself a drink, not even looking at her. “That, sweetheart, is what’s going to teach your body who it belongs to.” “I didn’t agree to this—” He cut her off with a dark chuckle. “You agreed to do what I say. And tonight, I say I want to watch you come until you forget your own name.” Scarlett backed up, heart pounding. “I’m not letting you—” Dominic moved like a predator. In seconds, she was pinned against the wall, wrists caught in his hand. His mouth brushed her ear, his tone pure filth. “You’ll let me do anything I want. Because you’re already drip

  • Twisted Temptation    HOS DIRTY PROPOSITION (part 3)

    Scarlett swore she wasn’t going to answer when the black car showed up the next night. But the memory of the eviction notice on her fridge made the decision for her. She got in. This time, Dominic didn’t take her to the penthouse. He took her straight back to the club. Scarlett frowned when the bouncer waved them through to the velvet-roped VIP lounge. “Why are we here?” she hissed. Dominic leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “Because I like reminding myself that every man in this room wants what’s already mine.” Her stomach knotted. “I’m not—” His hand shot to her throat, a light but firm grip tilting her face up. “Finish that sentence, and I’ll drag you onto this table right now and fuck you in front of everyone.” Her pulse thundered. His eyes dared her. She didn’t finish the sentence. Dominic smirked and released her, signaling the waitress for drinks. He settled back on the leather couch, pulling her onto his lap like she was nothing more than an accessory. Scarlet

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