All Chapters of Dripping wet erotica: collection of steamy sins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rain lashed the campus streets like it was trying to drown the whole damn university that Thursday evening, turning sidewalks into rivers while I sprinted from Brew Haven toward the Literature building with my backpack banging against my spine, the white café uniform shirt soaked. completely through so it molded to my chest like a second skin, black lace bra and hardened nipples visible to anyone who cared to look because twenty-one years old and juggling barista shifts with night classes meant sacrifices like running late through storms without a jacket. My long dark hair hung in wet ropes down my back, skirt plastered to my thighs as I burst through the heavy oak doors of Humanities Hall shaking water everywhere, heels squelching on the polished floors while the clock in the lobby. showed 7:02 PM two minutes past start of Advanced Lit seminar where Professors Theo Grant, Lucas Vale, and Kai Voss were guest lecturing together on some interdisciplinary Brontë panel, their comb

Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows of the empty lecture hall the following Friday afternoon, dust motes dancing in golden beams across rows of desks while. I stood at the front podium heart racing with anticipation because Professors Theo Grant, Lucas Vale, and Kai Voss had texted me during morning class with one word—"Auditorium. Now." -and freshly fucked raw in Kai's office last week by all. three their cocks stuffing every hole left me craving more like an addict chasing the next high, my short plaid skirt and tight white blouse chosen deliberately no panties beneath because Ava Lane knew how to play her professors now earning straight A's but. hungry for the filthiest extra credit yet in this massive room where we'd first locked eyes. The door creaked open behind me and there they were striding in casual but commanding .Theo in tweed unbuttoned at the collar showing chest hair, Lucas sleeves rolled with tattoos flexing, Kai glasses low on his nose dark eyes. s

The clock on my desk phone blinked 7:45 PM, the rest of the marketing floor long deserted with only the hum of the AC and distant city traffic filtering through the windows while I lingered at my station. pretending to finish reports, my thighs still tingling from Jax Reed's fingers buried deep inside me that afternoon, the memory of his commanding voice and those piercing blue eyes making it impossible to focus as heat pooled low in my belly again. because what kind of intern came on her boss's lap day one and then craved an encore like some desperate slut chasing a paycheck. Twenty-three years old and already in over my head, I'd spent the hours since that desk incident replaying every slick slide, every curl of his fingers hitting that spot perfectly while his mouth worked. my nipple, leaving me soaked through my panties all day and sneaking glances at his glass-walled office where he sat like a king, occasionally catching my eye with a smirk that promised the overtime he'd de

The city lights blurred past the cab window as I clutched the leather portfolio tight against my chest late that Friday evening, the files inside burning a hole through the folder because Jax Reed had texted me an hour ago with nothing but an address his private Manhattan townhouse and the words. "Bring the quarterly reports. Door's unlocked. Don't keep me waiting." while my mind raced with memories of the boardroom this morning, his thick cock slamming deep inside me on that glass table. the way he'd choked my moans with his tie and filled me so full it leaked down my thighs all day during meetings where I sat cross-legged trying not to squirm from the delicious ache he left behind. playing with fire by heading to my CEO's home uninvited except by his cryptic command, but Riley Voss didn't scare easy, especially when the thrill of teasing him back made my panties dampen again under the short black dress I'd changed into after work. sheer thigh-highs and no bra because if h

Sunlight sliced through the penthouse blinds like knives, pulling me from a restless sleep tangled in those black silk sheets that still carried Viktor's scent, my body aching in places I didn't want to admit felt good while flashes of last night replayed in my head the way he'd dragged me here. fingers teasing my wetness like he already owned every inch of me, leaving me cuffed loosely to the headboard with velvet restraints that chafed just enough to remind me I wasn't dreaming this nightmare of lust. I tugged at the soft bonds, finding them unlocked now, probably his twisted idea of mercy, and sat up slowly, corset long gone, skirt hiked around my waist exposing lace panties that were still damp from whatever spell he'd cast before stalking off to who-knows-where in the early hours. The bedroom door swung open without a knock, and there he was, Viktor in nothing but low-slung black sweatpants that hugged his V-line and showcased every ridge of those rock-hard abs. a silver t