All Chapters of SINFUL ENCOUNTERS : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

BEST FRIENDS BECOME LOVERS PT 6The library study room door locked with a quiet click. Emery’s back met the wall beside the narrow table. Ronan was already on him, mouth hard, hands working the button of his jeans open. The room was small, glass panel in the door covered only by a half-drawn blind. Footsteps and low voices moved past in the hallway every few minutes.Ronan spun him around, yanked the jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh, and pressed two slick fingers inside without warning. Emery braced his hands on the table edge. The stretch was quick and purposeful. Ronan scissored once, twice, then replaced his fingers with his cock in one steady push. Emery bit down on a sound. Ronan fucked him in short, controlled strokes that kept the table from scraping. One hand covered Emery’s mouth. The other gripped his hip hard enough to leave marks later.“Anyone could knock,” Ronan said against his ear, voice low. “They’d find me breeding you right here. Filling you up where you’re sup

MARRIED BOSS & YOUNG INTERN PT 1The following night, once her son was deeply asleep upstairs and the house had settled into that heavy quiet that only came after midnight, the group slipped out through the sliding doors and into the warm, still air of the backyard. Moonlight silvered the surface of the pool. The water lapped softly against the tiled edges. The high fences and the late hour gave them total privacy. Selene stepped out of her robe first. The fabric pooled at her feet as the night breeze brushed across her bare skin. She waded into the shallow end without a word. The water rose warm and silky around her thighs, then her hips, then her waist.Elias followed close behind her, already hard. Marcus came in from the opposite side. Both men moved through the water with deliberate calm until they closed in on her. She turned between them. The moonlight caught the wet sheen on her breasts. Elias’s hands settled on her waist while Marcus’s fingers traced up her spine. “Come here,

MARRIED BOSS & YOUNG INTERN PT 3The affair accelerated in the days that followed. The careful distance they had once maintained dissolved under the weight of repeated private looks across conference tables and the way Elias’s voice dropped half a register whenever he addressed her in front of others. He began summoning Kayla for “urgent” meetings with increasing frequency. The messages arrived on her screen without warning, short and clipped, always timed for moments when the executive floor was quieter than usual. She would rise from her desk, gather a notebook she rarely needed, and walk the corridor with measured steps, already aware that the summons had little to do with quarterly figures or client updates. The power imbalance sat between them like another layer of clothing, unspoken and constant. Every time the door to his office closed behind her the air seemed to thicken with the knowledge of what they were risking.One afternoon the summons came just after three. The subject

MARRIED BOSS & YOUNG INTERN PT 5The affair settled into a dangerous rhythm that neither of them tried to slow. Lunch breaks, early mornings before the rest of the floor arrived, and late evenings when the outer offices had emptied became the times when Elias used Kayla in his office, the private restroom down the executive hall, the narrow supply closet near the copy machines, and the same private elevator that had already become familiar ground. Each encounter was raw and unprotected, and he took her without barriers and made no effort to pull out while speaking openly about filling her and sending her back to her desk still marked by him. The pattern became so consistent that the ordinary structure of the workday began to feel like scaffolding built around those stolen stretches of time.One Tuesday he called her in just after the lunch hour, and the outer suite was quiet enough that the lock on his door sounded louder than usual. Kayla stepped inside already knowing what the summ

MARRIED BOSS & YOUNG INTERN PT 7Elias began keeping Kayla later and later as the weeks stretched on while the ordinary end of the workday stretched past the point when the rest of the floor had emptied and the corridor lights had switched to their dimmer evening setting. One evening he told her to stay after the final meeting of the day, and the instruction was delivered in the same calm tone he used for any other request, and she remained in the chair across from his desk while he finished a short string of emails. When the outer suite fell completely quiet he locked the door, then crossed to her, and he undressed her without hurry while folding each piece of clothing over the arm of the chair until she stood naked in the middle of the office. He sat back in his own chair, then freed himself, and he guided her down onto his lap so that she sank onto his cock in one slow and controlled motion while the thick stretch of him filled her completely as her bare thighs settled against his.