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Extra Credit pt2

Leighton He came back. Right on time. Thursday, 4PM sharp. Caleb Rowe—trouble wrapped in a pretty package, with a mouth that didn’t know when to shut up—stood outside my door again. He knocked this time. A formality. A small show of restraint, as if he hadn’t dared me to seduce him just two days ago. “Come in,” I said without looking up. He entered, shutting the door behind him. When I finally met his eyes, he wasn’t smirking. He looked… charged. Like something was coiled tight in his chest and he didn’t know whether to fight it or feed it. “Where do we start?” he asked. “Take your seat.” He obeyed. Again. I watched him from across the desk. That cocky aura was still there—legs wide, arms draped over the chair—but there was something different about his eyes. The way they flicked to my mouth and back to my face. “You actually want help,” I said. “Or you just want me to touch you?” He blinked, but didn’t flinch. “Who says I can’t have both?” God, he was reckless. I sto

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

Extra Credit pt3

Caleb I shouldn’t have come back. I knew that. But there I was—Tuesday, 3:59 PM—standing outside his door like an addict who couldn’t quit. And the worst part? I wasn’t even pretending anymore. I wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted the fire he lit in my chest, the way his voice stripped me bare, the control he never gave up. I knocked once. “Come in.” The second I stepped in, the door clicked locked behind me. He didn’t even look up from his desk. “Strip,” he said. I froze for a second. Then shut the door. No games today. No clever remarks or stalling. I peeled off my clothes with the kind of hunger that came from craving approval—his approval. I didn’t even realize how far gone I was until I stood there naked again and didn’t feel nervous. Just ready. He finally looked up. His gaze moved over me slowly, like he was memorizing every inch. “Couch,” he said. I moved, laid back like before. But this time, there was a difference. I wanted to be owned. Leighton He didn’t ev

Last Updated : 2025-09-17

Extra Credit pt4

Leighton It started with a text. "You free tonight?" Simple. Straight to the point. But when I opened the door to my apartment and saw Caleb standing there in black jeans, a fitted tee, and eyes that said I’m not here to play anymore, I knew something had changed. This wasn’t the boy from three weeks ago who stammered when I touched his thigh. This was the man who came to collect. “Nice place,” he said, stepping inside like he owned the walls. “Neat. Expected more books.” I didn’t answer. Just closed the door behind him. He turned to me, gaze flicking down my chest. “You always answer your students’ texts that fast?” I smirked. “Only the ones who get under my skin.” He stepped closer. “That a warning?” “It’s a compliment.” He reached up and undid the first button of my shirt. Then the next. His hands didn’t tremble. “Tonight,” he said, voice lower now, “I’m not sitting on your couch with my legs spread.” I raised an eyebrow. “No?” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “

Last Updated : 2025-09-17

Good Girl Bad Intentions pt1

POV: Naomi I’ve been told I’m a walking prayer point. The type mothers use to threaten their daughters. “Why can’t you be more like Pastor Isaiah’s child? See how Naomi dresses. See how she speaks. That’s a good girl.” And I am. At least on the surface. I lead the youth worship. I teach Sunday school. I know every verse in Proverbs like my spine. I dress in skirts that reach my ankles and blouses that cover my collarbones. I smile like a virgin, even when I’m soaking through my panties. Because what they don’t know is: I touch myself to voice notes. Not just any voice notes. His. Jayden. The boy who used to play drums for our church before Daddy kicked him out. The boy who got caught fingering a choir girl in the sound booth. The boy with the tongue piercing. The one who sends me voice

Last Updated : 2025-09-17

Good Girl Bad Intentions pt2

POV: Naomi My thighs were already trembling before he even touched me. Jayden’s lips hovered just above my skin, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath on my inner thigh. He was teasing—of course he was. His hands held my legs open, firm and unshaking, like he owned them. Like he’d been waiting all damn day for this. “Look at you,” he said softly, dragging his mouth up the side of my leg. “You sat through that whole sermon pretending you didn’t want this.” I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My mouth was too dry, my chest rising and falling like I’d run a mile. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the louder hum in my body. When his tongue finally touched me, I saw stars. He didn’t go slow. He didn’t take his time. He devoured me like he’d been starving. My hand slammed against the edge of the desk behind me, the other threading into his curls as my hips jer

Last Updated : 2025-09-17

After Hours pt1

The elevator doors glided open with a sterile ding, and Jasmine Cole stepped into the twenty-sixth floor of Harrington & Black. The office was nothing like she expected. Quiet, polished, intimidating. Sleek black glass, sharp lines, cold lighting. It looked less like a PR firm and more like the inside of a law firm in a thriller movie. She adjusted her blazer, just slightly. No one had greeted her yet. Her heels clicked too loudly on the marble floors as she walked in. “Ms. Cole?” a voice said crisply behind her. Jasmine turned and found a woman in a fitted beige skirt suit, tablet in hand, and a tight bun that looked like it hadn’t moved since 2015. “Yes?” “Follow me. Mr. Reed is expecting you.” Jasmine’s stomach dropped at the sound of his name. Not becau

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

After Hours pt2

The first thing Dominic noticed the next morning was the scent of jasmine. Not perfume. Not body spray. Actual jasmine—subtle, clean, with something sweeter underneath. It hit him the second she walked past his office, her heels a sharp metronome on the marble floor. He didn’t look up. He didn’t need to. He saw her in his peripheral vision—cream blouse, pencil skirt, hair pinned up, neck exposed like an invitation. Stop it. He dragged his eyes back to his screen. Numbers. Projections. Press coverage. His life—routine, efficient, clinical. Then she knocked. He didn’t say “come in” right away. He waited. Five seconds. Let her squirm. “Sir?” Her voice, muffled through the door, made his jaw tense. “Come.” She stepped in, holding a folder to h

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

After Hours pt3

Jasmine didn’t knock. She walked straight into his office at 8:41 p.m., just as he’d asked. The building was quiet. The floor nearly dark. Just his office lit up behind glass, glowing like a warning. Dominic didn’t say a word when she entered. He just stood slowly from his desk and locked the door behind her. She felt her chest tighten. Not with fear. With want. He stalked toward her—tie loose, sleeves rolled, no jacket. A storm waiting for an excuse. “I could still stop this,” he said softly. “Last chance.” Her chin lifted. “You won’t.” Something flickered behind his eyes. Something dangerous. He closed the space between them in two long strides and grabbed her face, crashing his mouth into hers like he’d been dying every minute since she left. Their teeth clashed. Tongues tangle

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

After Hours pt4

The first time I kissed her, I didn’t mean to. The second time, I meant it too much. I didn’t sleep the night after it happened. Not because I regretted it—if anything, the taste of her was still on my lips like a stain I didn’t want to wash off. But the moment that elevator closed behind her, the silence hit me. Loud. Cold. Full of questions I didn’t want to answer. She wasn’t just an employee. She was my employee. And I’d broken every line of professionalism in a single breathless moment behind a locked door. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her flushed cheeks. Her shocked gasp when I touched her. The heat of her against the glass. The way she didn’t run. And fuck—how she looked at me like I was both a sin and a sanctuary. I made it halfway through my morning coffee before I asked my assistant to call her in. Just to talk. Clarify boundarie

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

The Obedience Clause Part 1

The invitation had no sender, no logo—just black text on textured white paper.“Report to 47 Falston Drive. Midnight. Non-disclosure implied.”Sienna had stared at the letter for days before she made up her mind. She was broke, freshly graduated, and her landlord was one more missed rent away from tossing her into the street. So she packed nothing but a change of clothes and wore her boldest lipstick. If she was going to ruin her life, she’d do it beautifully.The building didn’t look like an office. It looked like a cathedral built for sin. Smooth black glass stretched toward the stars, windows tinted so dark she couldn’t see inside. No receptionist, no guards. Just a silver scanner, which blinked once as she stepped forward.The door hissed open.She entered without a word.Cool air kissed her skin as she stepped into the elevator. There were no buttons. It began to rise on its own. Soft jazz played overhead, though something about the tempo made her feel watched. Seduced.The eleva

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

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