LOGINHe climbed over me. Kissed me. I tasted myself on his mouth and felt no shame, only hunger for more of him, all of him, everything he could give me."More," I said."More what?""You. Inside me. Now. I don't care about foreplay or patience or any of it. I need you to fuck me."He sat back. Reached for his wallet. Pulled out a condom like a man who carried them for reasons, and opened it with his teeth.The sight of him rolling it on — his hand moving down his length, his jaw tight with restraint — made my orgasm aftermath immediately catch fire again."Come here," I said.He did.When he entered me, we both went absolutely still.The fit was devastating.Not overwhelming. Devastating. The kind of fit that made you understand why people wrote poetry and songs and destroyed their lives. Slow. He sank into me inch by inch, his forehead pressed to mine, his breathing hot and uncontrolled against my mouth.Every part of me adjusted around him, accepted him, and the intimacy of it — the ung
I stepped toward him instead of answering. Stood in front of him — close enough to feel the warmth coming off his body, close enough to smell his cologne and his skin underneath. Close enough to see the line of his jaw in the fragmented light."Your move," he said.I put my hand on his chest.His heartbeat was there — fast, regular, solid. Real. The hand beneath my palm was warm and slightly damp from the bar. When I looked up at him, his expression was completely open. Vulnerable. Like he'd decided the risk was worth it.I undid the next button on his shirt. The one I'd been staring at for the entire conversation. His skin appeared — warm, smooth, a scattering of dark hair across his chest. The scar on his ribs that I'd seen in some corporate photo and had spent probably way too much time fantasizing about."Tell me where you got this," I said, tracing the scar with my fingertip."Rock climbing accident. Freshman year. I was being stupid. Fell twenty feet and got impaled on a rock ou
The plan was collapsing. The con was compromised. I should have gotten up and walked away. Should have salvaged what I could and reported back to my father that this target was inaccessible.Instead, I asked: "And yet you sat down two stools away?""I did.""Why?"He turned to face me fully. His knee bumped my knee. The contact was deliberate."Because I watched you sit here for fifteen minutes, and I've never seen anyone work harder at not looking at someone they wanted." His voice dropped. "And because the person in that security photo has a professional expression. This person has never looked more genuine."My pussy pulsed so hard I was shocked the entire bar didn't hear it."That's a hell of a pickup line.""Is it working?""I have an early panel," I said, which was not an answer."That's not what I asked."He moved his knee slightly. His thigh pressed against mine through the fabric of my dress. The contact was small — just enough to register, just enough to remind me that under
The plan was simple.Seduce Dominic Ashford. Steal him from Hale Industries. Gut my father's rival from the inside out using nothing but a cocktail dress, a complete absence of conscience, and whatever was currently dripping down the inside of my thighs.Simple.Except nobody told me he'd look like that.I'd done my research. LinkedIn. Trade publications. A discreet background check that cost four hundred dollars and a favour I'd never get back. Dominic Ashford, thirty-four, VP of product development at Hale Industries. MIT graduate. Three patents. The kind of brain that made companies go to war.His LinkedIn photo was a lie.It showed a man in a conservative suit with a polite, corporate expression. Forgettable. Safe.The man who walked into the Gaston Hotel bar at 8:47 PM was neither.He was tall — six-one, six-two, I couldn't think straight enough to measure — with dark hair pushed back from a face that should have belonged to something more dangerous than a fucking product develop
The orgasm rolled through me like something geological. Not an explosion. A shift. Tectonic plates moving, rearranging the entire landscape of my body. I cried out — his name, or something that used to be his name before pleasure compressed it into a sound — and my thighs clenched around his head and my back arched off the desk and every monitor rattled on its mount.He worked me through it. Gentle. Patient. Those maintenance hands putting me back together after taking me apart.When I came down, I was trembling hard enough to need both hands on the desk to stay upright."Get up here," I said.I pulled him up by the shoulders. Kissed him. Tasted myself on his mouth and felt no shame, only hunger for more.My hands went to his waistband. The boxer briefs were still wet, still clinging to everything, and I'd spent five months imagining what was underneath.My fingers hooked the elastic and pulled them down.The reality exceeded every fantasy.He was hard. Straining. The kind of hard tha
Not carefully. Not the way a coworker kisses when they're testing boundaries and wondering if this will get them sued.He kissed me the way a man kisses when he's been swimming laps at two AM to burn off the wanting and it absolutely hasn't worked.His mouth was firm and demanding and tasted like chlorine and heat and something underneath that was just him. His tongue found mine immediately, no hesitation, no pretence. The contact sent a shock through me that made my knees buckle and my pussy clench.I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him back with every ounce of frustration and fantasy and late-night longing I'd been carrying for five months. My hands slid across wet skin and the muscles underneath. My fingers dug into the shoulders I'd been staring at on camera thirty-one, and they felt better than I'd imagined. Harder. Warmer. Real in a way that pixels and screens could never deliver.He lifted me onto the desk like I weighed nothing. Monitors rattled. Something crashed to the floo
"You do." Another step. His hand came up, fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face.The touch was feather-light, almost innocent, but it sent electricity racing down my spine. "And I watch you too."I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. His fingers lingered at my temple, then traced slowly al
The Next EveningThe Chen Holdings building towered over downtown like a glass monument to obscene wealth. I'd been inside exactly twice before—once for the initial lease signing, once when a pipe burst in the gallery and I'd needed emergency approval for repairs.Both times, I'd felt like a peasan
I stared at the contract on my desk like it was a live grenade.Three months. That's all I had left before my lease at the gallery expired, and Marcus Chen—my landlord, my nemesis, and unfortunately the most attractive man I'd ever had the misfortune of despising—knew it.The new terms sat there in
He focused his thrusts on that spot, driving into me with purpose. I was building toward another orgasm impossibly fast, my body completely surrendered to the pleasure he was giving me."I'm such a dirty whore," I said, the words tumbling out. "I'm such a fucking slut for letting you fuck me here,







