INICIAR SESIÓNGenevieve I wake from a nightmare, the sound of my own anguished cry fading away into the quiet corners of the house as I force my eyes open. Sunlight is already streaming through the gaps in the heavy curtains. Sitting up quickly in bed, I reach for my phone on the nightstand to check the time. It’s nearly nine in the morning.I stretch my aching limbs, use the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face, and finally walk out of the master bedroom. As I step into the quiet hallway, I notice the light is still burning bright under the door of Julian’s home office. I can’t help but let out a soft smile. He knows exactly how much I hate wasting electricity, how much I still pinch pennies out of habit—a stubborn vestige of my years spent living paycheck to paycheck before our lives changed. Sometimes, I genuinely think he leaves the lights on just to needle me, a petty little inside joke between the two of us.I head downstairs to the kitchen, expecting the usual routine. But when I r
Julian*Irreconcilable differences.* The phrase that launched a thousand ships. It’s the legal term that describes, in the blandest possible prose, the countless, jagged complexities that compel a couple once in love to go their separate ways.“I’m not right for you,” Genevieve had said the first time I proposed to her when we were younger. In hindsight, I think she actually meant that I wasn’t right for *her*. “Our differences would be irreconcilable,” she might as well have said. And she would have been right.I walk down the hallway from my home office to the master bedroom. The house is completely quiet, save for the muffled sounds of the city waking up outside. Genevieve is fast asleep, her face buried deep into the pillow, oblivious to the shift in the air.Looking at her, my mind slips backward, drifting to a completely different room, years ago.“The best part of my life is you,” my mother had said to me on what ended up being the last day I ever saw her alive. We were sitting
JulianJulianFriday night in Manhattan usually means people are either carving out time for their families or blowing off steam over a couple of heavy drinks with friends. Me? I’m buried alive in my office at the firm, staring down a blinding spreadsheet, trying to compile and sort through the list of logistics workers who have been paid and the ones who haven’t, alongside a stack of new applications that just hit my desk.The silence in the room is suffocating, but it matches the emptiness waiting for me at home. I have the entire house to myself this weekend. Genevieve is off on another one of her sudden business trips. Honestly, it’s only a matter of time before she and I finally call the breaks on whatever the hell it is we’re still doing, but she doesn't seem to want to let me go just yet. So, I do what I always do when the walls start closing in: I work. I work way later than usual, tracking rows of numbers until well after eight o’clock, just waiting for the city to quiet down
Marcus I reach down, popping her breast completely out of the lace cup of her bra and immediately sucking her dark nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. “Would you have done it?”I lift her skirt, bunching the fabric around her waist. The panties she slipped on this morning after I had her for breakfast are sexy as fuck, but they’re in my way. I grip the thin lace sides and ruthlessly rip them apart, stuffing the shredded fabric into my suit pocket. I refuse to lose connection with her for even a second to take them off properly.“I liked those,” she pants, her voice tight.“So did I.”Her thighs tighten like a vise around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back. She’s trying to line her center up with my erection, but she’s just an inch out of reach to accomplish it.“You didn't answer my question,” I continue, reaching between our bodies to find her absolutely soaking wet. Her breath hitches violently as my fingers slide over her drenched clit.“Remind me... wh
MarcusJulian watches me closely through narrowed eyes, his gaze tracking every micro-expression on my face. It takes every single ounce of my legendary corporate restraint not to clench my jaw, not to give away even a fraction of a reaction to the way Sarah is expertly devouring my cock under the desk.She’s blowing me with a level of enthusiasm that is downright lethal. It’s a miracle I’m still standing—or rather, sitting straight—while my ex-business partner stands three feet away. I’m honestly shocked she isn't making a single gagging sound with how deeply she’s taking all of me down her throat.“You’ll tell her I stopped by?” Julian asks, his voice steady as he turns his gaze out toward the sprawling skyline behind me.“I don’t see the reason for it,” I reply, keeping my tone perfectly flat, completely detached. “From the way she’s spoken, the two of you are entirely over, Julian. It doesn’t seem like she has any desire to speak to you.”As if she’s actively nodding in agreement
SarahI don't need a second invitation. I run my tongue slowly up the length before burying him inside my mouth. I open my throat, taking every single inch he gives me, fighting the natural instinct to gag as he stretches my jaw completely.His fingers instantly tangle into my hair, his grip tight and anchoring as he gently guides my pace. “You suck this cock so fucking well, baby,” he hits out through clenched teeth, his hips twitching slightly. He swallows hard, his jaw tight. “That’s it. Gag on it for me.”I let out a muffled moan, completely drunk on the power of having him at my mercy. I’m swirling my tongue around the head when a sudden, aggressive knock rattles the office door.I freeze, my heart stopping. Marcus curses colorfully, his hand instantly tightening on my scalp to keep me from moving.“Busy!” he barks toward the door, his voice lethal.“Like I give a shit,” a familiar, arrogant voice cuts through the wood.My eyes snap up to Marcus, wide with sheer panic. Julian.Ju
GenevieveGenevieve continued the Google search she had started previously, her eyes narrowing as she filtered through potential investment advisers. She had narrowed the list down to four candidates, each one more unappealing than the last until she reached the final entry.First was a man named B
The Uggs on Sarah’s feet were sopping wet, squelching with every step she took through the doors of the small inn. She felt like a wet dog—miserable, shivering, and cold. Every inch of her clothing was saturated, sticking to her skin with a freezing grip that made her teeth chatter as they approach
Marcus“You’re sure the interstate is closed up ahead?” Marcus asked, his voice tight with the effort of keeping the SUV on the road.“Would you like to check yourself?” Sarah seethed.Marcus braved a look at her out of the corner of his eye. She was shaking her phone at him, some traffic app pulle
SarahThe walk to the café was short, barely a block from the main entrance of the office building. Julian stayed a half-step ahead, opening the heavy glass door and stepping aside to let Sarah pass. He didn't say much, just guided her toward a small table in the back corner, away from the midday r







