Mag-log inMAX POV They were too busy looking at Ryan Macau. He stood at the front of the training suite, flanked by two senior members of Human Resources, his eyes roving the whiteboard and soaking in the scores. A hush descended as he prepared to address the group, the chatter of calls easing off as people wrapped up their conversations and took off their headsets. The big boss had an aura about him, he was dressed in navy with a dark maroon tie, and his silver hair was slick and styled. He nodded his approval as he totted up the totals, realising, as I had long since done, that our team was on track to be a solid performer. And so was our sweet little Cloe. I pulled her to my side, be damned with professional distance, and her body had become tense, her excitement drying up to nothing. “Good afternoon,” Ryan said to the room. “My apologies I haven’t been around sooner, but I assure you I’ve been hearing a great deal about your progress from Max. I hope you’ve enjoyed your first few week
MAX POV “Relax,” I said. I reached over to the passenger seat and angled Cloe’s back until her shoulders were mine for the grasping. She was tense, her muscles knotty under her suit jacket. She hunched as I worked my fingers, and then she exhaled, loosened up a little. “It’s your first calling week. It takes time to find your feet.” “I just want to do well,” she said. Maybe that’s all it was. Maybe the niggle in my gut was wrong, and Cloe was just all in with the training programme. Maybe there was a tough little saleswoman deep inside Cloe that craved the thrill of the chase and close, and this had nothing to do with pitting herself against her snotty sister. I got it. Hell, I fucking got it. Sales is a performance-based career, and the pressure builds and fills you up. I’d always been ambitious, consumed by the fire of topping the leaderboard, bringing in bigger deals, better deals, more impressive clients. But Cloe seemed different these past few days. The carefree girl who’d
CLOE POV Max turned my face back to him. “Me,” he said. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you.” “Yes,” I said. He smoothed my hair and it felt nice, and so did the drizzle of oil in my ass crack. It tickled, and I gasped. Soren’s fingers were warm. They rubbed the oil all over me, all the way round to my clit, and I felt so slick, so slippery. I heard his belt opening, and then his zipper, and the soft sound of his palm as he lubed himself up. He pushed his thumb inside my ass and I gasped again. And then I groaned. Loud. I fucking loved it. I fucking wanted it. “Dirty girl,” Max whispered, and he was smiling. I pushed back on Soren’s thumb. “Please,” I said. “More.” “Don’t worry.” Soren’s voice was heavy. “You’ll get more, baby. So much more.” He gave me more. Two fingers at least, and I sucked in my breath as they slid inside. He circled his knuckles, and I felt myself loosening, stretching, and it was dirty and fucking gorgeous. Max loosened his belt and I groaned
CLOE POV We rocked that trailer up onto the yard, and I wanted to show it off to Carlson, but he was nowhere to be seen. I hadn’t seen him for days. In fact, the van was rarely there. I tried calling him but it rang through to voicemail. “It’s Cloe,” I said. “Just checking in. Got a trailer, parked it up by the barn. Hope you’re alright. Catch you soon.” “Check this out,” Soren said to Max, and he was off, jogging past the stable block to the field. My heart fluttered as Max stared back at me, and there was a look in his eyes. A heaviness. A need. “You don’t have to,” I said. “We can head back.” But he shook his head. “Let’s go see the furry boy.” Soren was up on the gate, waving his arms and yelling Tino’s name. He was funny, Soren. Everything about him was so funny. I climbed up beside him and joined in the call, and the thump of hooves came thundering. Tino pulled to a halt later than usual, and I swear it was just to make Max nervous. Tino gave him the eyeball and a bit of a
CLOE POV It was becoming comfortable so easily with Soren and Max. I’d fallen into a routine nothing short of heaven, travelling to the office and back with Max every day, lunching at the bagel joint, then zipping over to Tino with Soren for an evening while Max spent his hours on extra work shit. We’d eat and laugh, drink sometimes, then shower and fuck and suck and fuck some more until I fell asleep in my spot between two hot bodies in their kickass bed. My spot. Yeah, it was my spot. How fucking sweet. I’d almost forgotten our arrangement — the fact that they were paying me for my time — because in truth, it didn’t feel like that. Not anymore. I would have been there anyway. I’d have told them as much, and I considered it, but I still had a dream to pay for, and with Carlson up against it and the yard on the line, that three grand a month was money I needed. It didn’t sit easy, but it was the truth, and come the weekend I was conscious that this was my billable time, as per our a
MAX POV I wanted to fuck him where she’d been, where the sheets still smelled of her. I pinned him at the bottom of the stairs, kissed him hard, until he grunted into my mouth and fumbled at my belt. “Feels like ages since it was just us.” He snaked his fingers inside my boxers, gripped my cock. “It feels good to know you want me.” “Of course I fucking want you,” I said, and it was more than that. I thrust against his fingers. “I fucking need you.” My mouth pressed to his, and my words were muffled, but he heard them well enough. We stumbled upstairs with wet kisses. With frantic fingers and hard cocks and short breaths. I kicked the bedroom door open. “Where she’s been,” I whispered. “I want to fuck you there. Want to fuck you where she sleeps. I want her to sleep where I’ve taken you. Want to love you where we’ve taken her.” He groaned into me and kissed me hard. I took off his clothes and he took off mine, and I pulled him onto me, falling to the bed as he straddled me, his
SPENCER POVShe’s thinking about it, the Daddy play. I can see it all over her face. I can feel it in her wispy little breaths, her eyes staring at me as I make fast work of the drive home.She’s thinking about it and she likes it.I imagine her horny little clit. Imagine her damp white knickers. I
VIOLET POVIt feels so strange, the sensation of the blade against my skin. Long strokes, then short ones, his fingers spreading me open to run the razor between my lips. I trust him so much that it’s easy to relax. I stare in fascination, not fear. Watching him, watching the way he’s so careful an
SPENCER POVShe’s nervous. I can feel it, her fingers squeezing mine so tightly as I lead her upstairs. I’d planned to take her in my room, in my big bed like a big girl, but the temptation to take her innocence in pretty pink sheets is too much to bear. She takes a breath as she steps through the
VOILET POVI feel like I’m flying. He loves me. And I love him. It’s real. It’s all real. He pulls out so slowly, so gentle now he’s come. I try to move but he shakes his head. He kneels between my legs and spreads my pussy with his fingers. I feel so open. Shy, too. I feel







