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Chapter 178: Copy Room IV
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Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 179: Copy Room V
Sometimes, late at night when the floor is empty, I go in there alone, rest my hands on the warm glass, and remember.And sometimes—on the nights when the longing gets too sharp—I take my phone out and send a single message across the ocean.Printer’s free.The reply always comes within minutes.I know.And even though he is an ocean away, even though we haven’t touched in months, the memory of his cock stretching me open over that machine is still enough to make me wet.Some places stay with you.Some men do too.I was ruined in the best possible way.And every time the copy machine hums, I smile.Because I know exactly what it sounds like when it’s being used for something other than paper.I keep a single sheet of paper in the bottom drawer of my desk.It’s blank. Completely blank. The only thing special about it is that it was printed on that copy machine the night Richard Vaughn walked in on us. I took it as a souvenir after Nathan left that night. Sometimes I take it out and run
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 178: Copy Room IV
Nathan stayed frozen for another three heartbeats. Then he started moving again—slow, deep thrusts that made me whimper.“He saw,” I whispered, terrified and impossibly wetter.“He did.” Nathan’s voice was dark with something that wasn’t quite fear. “And he left the documents. That means something.”He fucked me through two more orgasms while I trembled with adrenaline, then came inside me with a low groan that sounded almost like relief. Afterward he cleaned me up, straightened my clothes, and kissed me once, hard.“Go home. Don’t come in this weekend. Let the dust settle.”I did.Monday morning Richard Vaughn called both of us into his office separately. He never mentioned what he had walked in on. He simply told Nathan that the Mercer account was being reassigned to a new team—my team—and that I was being given a significant raise and a new title effective immediately.When I left his office Nathan was waiting in the hallway. His eyes met mine. No words were needed.That night he f
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 177: Copy Room III
He fucked me through another orgasm while I trembled with the knowledge that someone else now knew. When he came he held me tight against the machine and whispered, “We’re going to have to be more careful. Or less. I haven’t decided yet.”Claire never said a word about what she saw.But the next week she started leaving the copy room door unlocked after hours.And sometimes, when I was bent over that machine with Nathan’s cock inside me, I could have sworn I heard soft footsteps in the hallway that never quite reached the door.The risk only made it hotter.I stopped wearing panties to the office entirely.I started staying later and later.And every time the copy machine hummed beneath me while Nathan fucked me senseless, I came harder than the time before.Because some lines, once crossed, can’t be uncrossed.And some men are worth the risk of getting caught.I was already caught.I just didn’t want to be free.The weeks that followed were a blur of stolen hours and constant low-lev
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 176: Copy Room II
He curled his fingers and rubbed that spot that made my vision spark. His thumb found my clit and pressed. I came hard and fast, thighs clamping around his wrist, a sharp cry escaping before I could stop it. The copy machine beeped softly beneath me as if in protest.He didn’t give me time to recover. He freed his cock with one hand—thick, long, already leaking—and rubbed the head through my folds, coating himself in my cream.“Look at me,” he ordered.I did.He pushed in slow, inch by thick inch, until he was buried completely. The stretch burned in the best way. I moaned, head falling back, and he took the opportunity to bite the side of my neck hard enough to leave a mark I would have to hide tomorrow.Then he started to move.It wasn’t gentle. It was deep, hard, controlled thrusts that made the copy machine rock slightly on its base. Every time he bottomed out I felt him in my stomach. The wet sounds of him fucking me filled the small room, louder than the machine’s quiet hum. My
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 175: Copy Room
I never planned to fuck my boss in the copy room.It started with a late-night deadline and a jammed printer. The building was almost empty at 9:47 p.m. Most of the floor lights were off. Only the emergency strips along the carpet glowed faintly, and the copy room at the end of the hall was the only place still bright.I was in there in my stockinged feet, blouse half-untucked, skirt twisted from hours of sitting, trying to clear a paper jam that refused to die. The machine kept beeping its angry little song. I was muttering curses under my breath when the door opened behind me.“Need a hand?”I knew the voice before I turned. Deep. Controlled. The kind of voice that made junior associates straighten their spines in meetings.Nathan Cole. Senior partner. Forty-one. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair going silver at the temples in a way that only made him look more expensive. He had the kind of presence that filled a room without raising his voice. And right now he was standing in the d
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 174: Masquerade III
Because some risks are worth every possible consequence.And some men are worth wearing a mask for—even after the masks come off.The days that followed were a carefully constructed lie wrapped around the hottest secret of my life.By day I was the brilliant founder who had just closed a massive round. I took meetings. I hired. I smiled for TechCrunch. I sat across from Cassian in board updates and never once let my eyes drop below his collar even though I could still feel the ghost of his teeth on my neck.By night I was his.He would text a single word—“Suite”—and I would drop everything, put on the dress he had chosen, and go. Sometimes he fucked me the second the door closed. Sometimes he made me wait on my knees with my mouth open while he finished a call. Sometimes he took me out onto the private terrace of his penthouse and fucked me under the stars while the city glittered below us, my moans carried away on the wind.He was never gentle for long. He liked me sore. He liked me
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Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 1. The Art of Negotiation I
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
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The conference was a disaster.Not the professional kind—my presentation on sustainable hotel management had gone fine, thank you very much. No, this was a personal disaster. The kind that involved walking in on your boyfriend of three years with his tongue down a cocktail waitress's throat in the
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 4: The Art of Negotiation IV
Then his mouth was on my breast and I stopped thinking entirely.His tongue swirled around my hard nipple before he sucked it deep into his hot mouth, sucking hard and greedy.I cried out, back arching sharply as pleasure shot straight to my clit.He groaned against my tit, the vibration making my
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