All Chapters of Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VIVIANMy heart was pounding so loud, I was sure Sebastian could hear it. The woman knocked again. “Sebastian?” Her voice was calm, utterly oblivious to the fact that I was bent over his desk with his cock buried deep inside me. “I just wanted to remind you about the meeting… it starts in five minutes. Oh, and I went by the new lady’s office, but she wasn’t there either. She’s supposed to be in the meeting too. Maybe you can look for her?”My entire body seized.New lady. She meant me.I was supposed to be in that meeting, right now.Sebastian’s hand pressed harder over my mouth as I panicked. He didn’t move. Didn’t answer. His chest was heavy against my back, breathing hard.The woman stayed there for a few seconds. “Alright, I’ll head down. Don’t keep us waiting too long!”Her heels clicked against the floor until the sound disappeared down the hallway.The second it was clear, Sebastian pulled his hand from my mouth. I gasped, sucking in air, my whole body trembling. “Oh my god,”

SEBASTIANI walked back to my office with a smirk tugging at my lips. One of my colleagues was talking beside me, saying something about projections or a client call we needed to schedule, but none of it stuck. My head wasn’t in the conversation at all.No. My mind was on Vivian.The way she’d squirmed in that chair, biting her lip so hard to stop the sounds I was pulling out of her. The way her knuckles went white against that notepad while I worked her open under the damn conference table. She’d barely held herself together, and I’d stopped right when she was about to break.God, that look in her eyes when I pulled away… like she hated me and needed me at the same time. Delicious.I was satisfied. More than satisfied.Because I’d made a decision last night, after fucking her in her apartment, after hearing her moan my name like she’d been starved for years…I was done being the good guy. Done with pretending restraint.If she wanted me… and I knew she did, then I was going to give h

VIVIANI couldn’t look at Sebastian, not with my ex’s grip still burning against my skin.I swallowed hard, snapped my gaze back to the only man I needed gone.“Leave,” I said, my voice sharp and cold. “Now. I’m not asking again.”My ex’s jaw moved like he wanted to argue, to push, to beg again, but before he could get a single word out…“Baby, what’s going on?”My head whipped toward him… Sebastian wasn’t walking to his apartment. He was walking toward me.His jacket loose over his shoulders, his steps confident, his eyes locked straight on me.“Baby?” My ex’s voice cracked, looking confused as Sebastian came to stand right at my side, his hand brushing my back and at that moment my lungs forgot how to work.Sebastian’s gaze moved down to my ex’s stunned expression, then back to me, and a smirk curved his lips. He slipped an arm casually around my waist, tugging me closer, his mouth dropping near my ear. “You look upset,” he murmured, loud enough for my ex to hear. “Did he bother you

VIVIANMy lips parted, my chest heaved, but nothing came out except a desperate whimper.Sebastian leaned back against the couch, dragging me with him so I landed sprawled across his lap. His hands gripped my hips firmly.“You’re shaking,” he murmured. His thumb sliding slow circles just beneath the hem of my shirt.My cheeks burned. I tried to twist away, but his grip only tightened, dragging me closer against the hard ridge straining beneath his jeans. The friction made me gasp, my body jerking against him.“Goddamn,” he hissed, grinding me down once more. “You’re wet enough I can feel it through your jeans.”“Sebastian…” My voice broke. He didn’t give me a chance to finish. His hand slid higher, up my ribcage, then paused just beneath my breast. The anticipation alone had my thighs clenching tight around his hand.“Please…” I hated the way the word slipped weakly out of me.His smirk deepened. “Please what?”Before I could answer, his thumb brushed across my nipple through the thin

GLORIA Instead of the hunger I was praying for, his face twisted in mild irritation. Like I was a child tugging on his sleeve when he was busy.“Gloria,” he sighed, running a hand over his damp hair. “What are you talking about? Please, not this morning. I need to prepare for today’s sermon.”I blinked at him. My thighs clenched together, my body still aching, and I felt my chest tighten with anger. “Michael… baby, please,” I whispered, sliding off the bed, letting the lace slip ride scandalously high on my thighs as I walked toward him. “We could do a quickie. Just a quick one. I’m so horny right now… so wet.” My voice cracked. “Why have you been starving me?”He froze and then dropped the shirt in his hand. “Starving you?” He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing like I’d said something sinful. “Gloria, don’t start this. Not today.”I pressed against him anyway, my chest flattening against his back, my fingers trailing down his stomach toward the towel hanging dangerously lo