LOGINWe were supposed to be testing software integration. Instead, we were on the floor of his office, completely naked, completely consumed with each other.He'd started by kissing me, standing in the middle of his office with the lights off and only the glow of his monitor providing any illumination. Then he'd undressed me slowly, deliberately, making me wait for his touch.When I was completely naked, he'd pushed me down onto the floor, positioning himself between my legs."I want to taste you again," he said. "I want to know if you taste the same or if you're different this time."His mouth found my clit, and his pace was immediately intense. Unlike this morning, when we'd been rushing, now we had time. Time to linger, time to explore, time to push boundaries.I came within minutes, gasping his name, completely unconcerned about who might hear."Your turn," I said, pulling him up.I positioned him on his back and straddled his face, my hand gripping the edge of his desk for balance."L
His pace increased gradually, still controlled but becoming more aggressive. His hand moved to grip one of my breasts, cupping it, his thumb brushing across my nipple.I was building toward another orgasm, the pleasure mounting with each deep thrust."Please," I gasped. "I need you to let me come. I need to climax.""Not yet," he said. "I'm going to build this slowly. I'm going to make you desperate for release. I'm going to make you understand that you're completely mine now."He pulled out suddenly, and I felt empty, desperate for him to return."Why did you stop?" I gasped."Because I want you in a different position," he said. "I want you to face the wall. I want to take you like that."I flipped around, my hands bracing against the wall, my ass in the air, completely vulnerable and exposed.He positioned himself behind me and pushed inside in one smooth motion.This angle was different—deeper, hitting spots inside me that made me gasp with each thrust.His pace was immediately ag
He unhooked my bra with one hand while his other gripped my hip. When it fell away, he stepped back to look at me."I've thought about this," he said. "Constantly. Every meeting, every email, every time you looked at me. I've thought about what you'd look like like this."He moved closer and took one of my nipples into his mouth.I gasped, my hand moving to his hair. The sensation of his mouth on me was overwhelming."You like that," he said, pulling back slightly."Yes," I gasped.He moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention. His hand moved down my body, to the zipper of my skirt, and he pulled it down slowly."Tell me this is okay," he said against my breast."It's okay," I said. "God, it's more than okay."He removed my skirt completely, leaving me standing in just my underwear."These too," he said, his fingers hooking into the band."Someone could walk by," I said, even though we both knew it was unlikely. His office was isolated, tucked into the corner of the IT dep
I'd been assigned to work with Daniel for three weeks, and in those three weeks, I'd managed to convince myself that what I felt was professional admiration and not attraction.It was a lie. A good lie, but a lie nonetheless.My name is Cassandra, and I'm a project manager for a mid-sized tech company. I'm thirty-one years old, divorced once, and I've learned that mixing business with pleasure is the fastest way to destroy a career. So I maintained strict boundaries. Professional distance. Appropriate demeanor.Except when I was alone with Daniel.He was the head of our IT department—brilliant, quiet, and completely inaccessible. He had the kind of intelligence that made other people seem dim by comparison, and he carried himself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how valuable his skills were.He was also exactly seven years younger than me, which meant he probably saw me as some older woman who barely understood how computers worked.Today, we were supposed to be working
He drove into me several more times, and then he was coming, his release flooding me, his body shaking slightly as he emptied himself.When it was over, we both remained motionless for a moment, breathing hard, completely aware of how exposed we were."That was—" he started."The opposite of responsible?" I finished, pulling away from him."I was going to say incredible," he said, "but yeah, also that."I stood on shaky legs and gathered my clothes, beginning to dress quickly."So what now?" he asked, pulling on his underwear and shorts."Now you forget my number," I said. "You never call me. You act like this never happened.""That seems unlikely," he said. "Considering I just came inside a stranger in a gym locker room. That's not exactly something you forget.""That's kind of the point," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "This was a one-time thing. A moment. A decision we made that we'll both probably regret but that we won't regret enough to stop thinking about it.""You're r
He kissed me then, and unlike my initial kiss, this one was intentional. His hands immediately moved to my waist, pulling me against him, and I could feel his arousal pressing against my stomach despite his clear reservations about the whole situation."This is crazy," he murmured against my mouth."Completely crazy," I agreed, pulling back just enough to lift my gym shirt over my head.I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The realization hit him, and his eyes widened slightly."You planned this," he said. It wasn't a question."I planned for it to be easy to remove my clothes if the opportunity presented itself," I said. "I came to the gym tonight specifically hoping you'd be here."He looked conflicted—like he was having a moral crisis in real time."Jesus," he said, running his hand through his hair. "You can't just—you can't plan something like this and expect a guy to be okay with it.""I expect you to be conflicted," I said calmly. "I expect you to feel like this is wrong. And I e
Nathan groaned, his hips jerking up to meet mine. "Fuck, Claire, I'm—"His rhythm faltered. He pulled me down hard, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt him pulsing as he came, his face buried against my neck to muffle his groan.We stayed like that for a long moment, both trembling, both strugg
Derek's bedroom was all masculine elegance—dark wood furniture, crisp white sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. But I barely registered any of it because he was already pulling me toward the bed."I've imagined you here so many times," he said, laying me down on the soft s
Derek's apartment building was all glass and steel, expensive and modern, located in the heart of downtown. He'd texted me the gate code during the drive, along with a message that made my thighs clench: Park in visitor spot 12. I'll be waiting by the elevator. Wear nothing but your coat. I stare
After dinner, Maya dragged me upstairs to her childhood bedroom, chattering about her ex-boyfriend's latest text messages. I nodded in the right places, made sympathetic noises, but my entire body was vibrating with awareness. Derek was somewhere in this house. Close. And after that display at di







