Todos os capítulos de SINFUL ENCOUNTERS : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

OFFICE AFFAIR WITH MY MARRIED BOSS PT 4The conference room lights stayed on at full brightness past two in the morning, harsh and unforgiving, the kind of fluorescent glare that made everything look slightly clinical. Whiteboards along two walls were dense with notes, timelines, and crossed-out figures in Dominic’s precise handwriting and Nadia’s neater script. Empty pizza boxes sat open on the side credenza, grease stains dark against the cardboard, the smell of cold cheese and tomato sauce still clinging to the air. The long table held open laptops, scattered printouts, half-drunk coffees gone cold and ringed with brown, and a single forgotten legal pad covered in arrows and question marks. Everyone else had left more than an hour earlier, the last of them offering tired jokes about overtime and the promise of real sleep.Nadia sat at the near end of the table, scrolling through the latest cost projections. Her eyes burned from the screen. The numbers blurred if she stared too long

OFFICE AFFAIR WITH MY MARRIED BOSS PT 6The mid-year review began at four-fifteen in Dominic’s office. HR forms lay stacked on the desk beside his laptop, the top sheet already half-filled in his precise handwriting. Nadia sat across from him in the visitor chair, spine straight, hands folded in her lap. The blinds were half-closed, cutting the late-afternoon light into soft horizontal bands across the carpet. Outside the glass the open-plan floor had already thinned for the day; most people had logged off or slipped out early. The quiet made every small sound sharper—the soft click of his pen, the faint hum of the building’s air system.Dominic read through the printed evaluation without hurry. He marked the final box, signed the bottom line with a single fluid stroke, and turned the page so she could see it.“Exceeds expectations,” he said. “Across every metric. I’ll submit it tomorrow.”Nadia nodded once. “Thank you.”He closed the folder, stood, and walked to the door. The lock tu

OFFICE AFFAIR WITH MY MARRIED BOSS PT 8The hotel stood farther from the office than the places they had used before, a glass tower near the river with a quiet lobby and no one who knew either of them. Dominic had booked the suite under his own name. Nadia arrived at seven-forty and found him already waiting near the elevators. They rode up in silence. The nineteenth-floor corridor was empty. He opened the door, let her in first, and set the key card on the desk.The room was larger than the midday places. A wide bed faced the floor-to-ceiling window. City lights already glittered beyond the glass. Dominic locked the door and turned to her.“She’s gone until Monday,” he said. “No calls expected.”Nadia set her bag down. The knowledge that his wife was out of town for the full weekend changed the air in the room. There was no half-hour limit this time, no colleague who might walk past a glass panel. She watched him loosen his tie and drop it over the chair.They undressed without hurry

OFFICE AFFAIR WITH MY MARRIED BOSS PT 10Two weeks of tense distance followed the morning on the office floor. They passed each other in the hallways without slowing, the space between them deliberate and cold. Emails stayed limited to project updates and meeting times—short, precise, stripped of anything that could be read twice. Nadia arrived earlier than usual and left after most of the floor had emptied, her desk lamp the last one still burning on some nights. Dominic kept his office door open and his calendar packed with back-to-back calls, the glass wall offering no privacy and no invitation. When they ended up in the same conference room the air stayed tight and professional; he addressed the room, she took notes, and neither of them looked at the other longer than necessary. No late nights. No locked doors. No texts. The silence between them carried more weight than any of the earlier risks, a held breath that neither was willing to release first.The company offsite arrived a

THE CEO’S ASSISTANT PT 2The last employee’s footsteps faded down the hallway. The floor went quiet. Sloane stood from her chair, collected her tablet, and looked at Rhea.“Conference room. Now.”Rhea followed. The glass walls of the large room still showed the dark city beyond. Sloane left the blinds open. She pointed to the long table.“Bend over. Hands flat. Cheek to the glass.”Rhea did as she was told. The surface felt cold against her skin. Sloane stepped behind her, lifted the hem of Rhea’s skirt, and pulled her underwear down to her thighs. The air of the room touched her exposed skin. Sloane opened a drawer in the side cabinet, took out a thick curved strap-on, and buckled it on under her own skirt. The harness settled against her hips with a soft click.She pressed the head of the toy against Rhea’s entrance and pushed in slowly. Rhea’s breath caught. The stretch was deep and steady. Sloane’s hands settled on her hips.“Look at you,” Sloane said, voice low. “Taking it so wel