All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

KristyThe last client session dragged past six.I sat next to Harvey and kept my eyes on the slides while my body stayed locked on everything he had done to me in the empty conference room an hour earlier. The wet heat between my legs had never fully faded. Every shift of my hips against the chair reminded me of his fingers and the way he had told me to come before Marcus walked back in. Across the table Marcus took notes and asked clean, useful questions. Once or twice his gaze moved between Harvey and me with a flicker of something I couldn’t name and didn’t like.When the meeting finally ended Marcus suggested the lobby bar. Harvey said he needed to review the revised figures. I claimed emails. Marcus accepted both excuses with a short nod and told us he’d see us at breakfast. The elevator ride back to the eighth floor happened in silence. Two other guests stood between us. Harvey’s shoulder still managed to brush mine. On our floor the hallway was empty. Marcus’s door at the far

KristyHarvey’s apartment was quiet and clean and felt nothing like a hotel room.The second the door shut behind us the last of the office distance disappeared. He backed me against the wall and kissed me like he had been thinking about it since conference room B. I opened for him immediately. His hands shoved my skirt up and found me still wet from his fingers hours earlier. He groaned into my mouth and rubbed me in slow, deliberate strokes until my hips moved against his hand.“All day,” he muttered. “Watching you sit at your desk knowing I had my fingers in you. Watching you try to act normal. I’ve been hard since you walked out of that conference room.”“Then do something about it.”He walked me to the bedroom, stripped me, and pushed me onto the bed. I watched him undress with the same focused intensity he gave to everything else. When he climbed over me and thrust into me in one long stroke I cried out into his shoulder. He fucked me deep and steady, one hand under my hip, the

DOMINICI ended the call and sat back in the chair. The office was quiet. The only light came from the desk lamp. My cock was already hard against my pants. I had watched her face the entire time. The way her breath changed. The way her shoulders tensed. The flush that rose up her neck when I told her exactly what I wanted. She had tried to hide it. She failed.I stayed still for a long moment and let the image of her settle. Elena Marks. Twenty nine. Freelance designer. Sharp when she needed to be. Soft when she listened. I had spent months watching the way she took correction on a design file. The small nod. The way she adjusted without argument. I wanted that same obedience with my hand in her hair and my cock in her mouth.I stood and walked to the window. The city lights stretched out below. My reflection looked back at me in the glass. Controlled. Unmoved. That was the version I showed everyone else. Tonight the control felt thinner. I had not planned to make the offer so soon.

DOMINIC I woke before she did. Sunlight cut across the bed through a gap in the curtains. Elena lay against my chest with one arm draped over my stomach. Her breathing was slow and even. Dark hair spilled across the pillow and my shoulder. The sheet had slipped down to her waist. I could see the faint marks my hands had left on her hips the night before.I stayed still and watched her. Overnight had not been part of the original terms. I had broken my own rule the moment I asked her to stay. The larger problem was that I did not regret it. Her body felt right against mine. Warm. Soft. The scent of her skin and the sex we had shared still hung in the air. My cock was already half hard from the simple fact of her being here.She shifted in her sleep and pressed closer. The movement made her breast brush my side. I exhaled quietly and let my hand rest on the curve of her lower back. The skin there was smooth. I traced small circles with my fingertips and felt her begin to wake. Her brea

DOMINICI held her against my chest and listened to the slow even sound of her breathing. The city lights moved across the ceiling in pale lines. Elena’s body was warm and soft and completely open to me. My cock rested against the curve of her ass still half hard from everything we had already done. The rewritten terms sat between us like a living thing. No more set meetings. No more clean boundaries. Just this.I stroked my hand down her side and felt her skin rise under my palm. She shifted closer in her half sleep and pressed her hips back against me. The small movement was enough. I hardened fully and let out a quiet breath against her hair. She was here in my bed in my home. She had agreed to stay. The original deal was ash and I felt no loss over it.I woke her with my mouth on the back of her neck. Soft open kisses that turned firmer as she stirred. My hand slid around her waist and down between her legs. She was still wet from earlier. My fingers slipped through the mess of u