All Chapters of Read Between The Thighs: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

​JADE "Jade, move it! The client is going to be angry if we aren't there in five minutes!" My sister, Celia, hissed the words while pacing in front of my desk. She didn't wait for an answer before reaching down and snatching the paperback out of my hands, and then slamming it shut. "You can read 'The Villain’s Sinful Debt Collection' later," she snapped, tossing it onto the edge of the table. "Right now, we have a job. Get your bag. Move! Move! Move!" I am an avid smut reader, it was my favorite pastime, trying to drown the sorrows of this horrible job that I couldn't stand. I felt my face heat up. I scrambled to shove my pens and legal pads into my oversized tote bag. Celia was already halfway to the elevator, her heels clicking on the floor. I hated being the assistant. I despised the way everyone in this high-end marketing firm looked through me like I wasn't there. My sister was the golden girl. The one who everybody praises, and I, just the supporting character. I've l

JADE​"You own me! You own me, Ryan! Ah! Ah! Right there!"​I couldn't even think. I just hung onto his shoulders, my head tossing back as a massive orgasm tore through me. I felt my pussy pulse and squeeze him over and over. Ryan let out a loud roar and slammed into me one last time, pinning me to the table. I felt the hot, thick jet of his cum dumping deep inside my cunt, filling me up until I was overflowing.​He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard. Then, he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, looking like he didn't just fuck my brains out. He picked up my book and slid it into his pocket.​"I'm keeping this," he said. "If you want it back, and if you want that funding check, you'll be at my house at eight tonight."​He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me shivering and leaking on the table thinking about what the fuck just happened.*******​I stood in the elevator of the penthouse with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my blazer. I have cha

JADE ​I couldn’t breathe. ​I sat there, staring at my blank notepad, my knuckles white as I gripped my pen. Every time Ryan Dexter spoke, the vibration of his deep, gravelly voice sent a literal jolt through my seat. ​"The logistical framework for the regional distribution is… lacking," Ryan said. ​He wasn't looking at me anymore; he was looking at Celia. My sister was in her element, leaning forward, flashing her perfect smile, and nodding along as if she understood every syllable of his corporate jargon. I, on the other hand, was fighting the urge to cross my legs. ​I was wet. Truly, embarrassingly wet. The dampness of my panties was a cold reminder of the dream, but the heat blooming in my chest was very, very real. ​I risked a glance at his hands. He was tapping a silver fountain pen against the table. Thump. Thump. Thump. Large hands. Long, blunt fingers. I could almost feel them digging into my hips, bruising my skin just like they did when he slammed me onto

Chapter 7: Performance Review ​The boardroom felt like an ice box, but I was sweating. I sat next to Celia in the high-back leather chair, my skin prickling. Underneath my crisp, white professional blouse, the black lace bodysuit felt like a second skin and it was tight, itchy, and loud. Every time I breathed, the lace rubbed against my nipples, which were already hard and sensitive. ​Celia was on fire. She was laying out the final data seamlessly but I couldn't focus on a word she said. ​My eyes were on Ryan. ​He was leaning back, his silver pen making a small consistent sound. Click. Click. Click. He looked bored, but his eyes were sharp. I knew he was watching me. ​I decided to push. When Celia asked for the project file, I didn't just hand it over. I leaned across the table, slowly and I let the top button of my blouse, which I’d "accidentally" left undone—gape open. ​I felt his gaze drop. It wasn't the look of a bored businessman. It was the look of a man seeing a t

​JADE​"You’re going where?"​Celia stopped mid-stride, a stack of folders clutched to her chest. She looked at me like I’d just told her I was joining the circus.​"I told you, Celia. Sarah called. The girl from college? She’s having this sudden, massive engagement party and she’s freaking out. She needs me there to help coordinate." I kept my voice steady, but I couldn't look her in the eye. I focused on shoving my laptop and a few changes of clothes into my overnight bag.​"Sarah. The one you haven't seen in two years?" Celia walked into my room, her eyes narrowed. "Jade, we are at the peak of the Dexter deal. He just gave us a demo test. This is the worst possible time for you to take a 'fun' trip."​"I have the off-days to use," I snapped, a bit too quickly. "And it’s not like I ever add anything to the boardroom conversations anyway. You have the spreadsheets. You have the team. What do you need me for?"​Celia flinched as if I’d slapped her. The room went quiet. I swallowed har