All Chapters of DIRTY DESIRES: FORBIDDEN STORIES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I noticed him the first day I walked into the glass tower that housed Langston Capital.Mr. Julian Langston. Founder and CEO. Married, untouchable. And the most magnetic man I had ever seen in my life.He did not look like the other executives. He carried himself with a quiet, dangerous kind of power. Tall and broad-shouldered, with silver threading through his dark hair at the temples and sharp gray eyes that seemed to strip people down to their intentions. His suits were always perfectly tailored, the kind that made you aware of the body underneath without him ever needing to show it. When he spoke in meetings, the entire room went still.I was the new intern. Twenty-two. Fresh out of university with a marketing degree and a desperate need to prove myself. I had long dark hair that fell past my shoulders, a body that had always drawn attention whether I wanted it or not, and a face people called pretty enough to open doors. I hated that last part. I wanted my work to matter more tha

I was still trying to catch my breath. My skirt was still rucked up around my hips. My blouse hung open. The evidence of how hard I had come cooled on my thighs.Yes, I managed.He stepped back and helped me off the desk. His hands were steady as he smoothed my skirt down and rebuttoned my blouse with quiet efficiency. The contrast between the man who had just made me come on his desk and the man now tidying me like a proper boss was almost more intimate than the act itself.Clean yourself up in my private bathroom, he said. Then return to your desk. Collect your things and go home. I will see you tomorrow.I walked to the small bathroom attached to his office on unsteady legs. The mirror showed flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. I cleaned the slickness from my thighs with trembling hands, fixed my clothes, and stared at my own reflection for a long second.When I stepped back into the office he was already seated behind his desk again, reading something on his screen as if the

The water felt like warm silk against my bare skin as I floated on my back, the night sky stretching endlessly above the pool. The soft amber lights beneath the surface painted golden ripples across my breasts and stomach, making my nipples tighten from the gentle current brushing over them. I heard Julian moving closer, the water parting around his powerful body until his hands found my waist and pulled me upright. His mouth claimed mine in a slow, deep kiss that made my toes curl beneath the surface. His tongue slid against mine, tasting of chlorine and heat, his hands roaming down to cup my ass and press our naked bodies together.My arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me through the water until my back met the smooth edge of the pool. He spread my thighs wide, settling between them, and I felt the first hot drag of his tongue through my folds. A sharp gasp escaped me. "Julian... oh fuck..." His mouth sealed over my pussy, tongue circling my clit wit

The message arrived on my phone just after lunch, lighting up the screen with Julian’s name. Ivory Hotel. Room 5786. 7 p.m. Lizzy and I are waiting. My stomach fluttered. Three days had passed since that night at the pool house, and every time I closed my eyes I could still feel his cock stretching me open and Lizzy’s tongue circling my clit. I hadn’t expected another invitation so soon, but the thought of being summoned by my boss and his wife made my pussy clench around nothing.I left work early, showered, and stood naked in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear. I chose a short black dress that barely covered my ass and left my back completely bare. No bra. No panties. Just the dress and a pair of strappy heels. My nipples already showed through the thin fabric, and the cool air between my legs reminded me how exposed I was. I slicked on red lipstick, grabbed my purse, and drove straight to the Ivory.The elevator climbed to the top floor. When the doors opened, the hal

The heavy oak door of my private office clicked shut behind me, the sound echoing through the quiet corridor like a promise. I stood at the tall windows overlooking the estate grounds, watching the afternoon light filter through the trees. My silk blouse clung to my skin, the thin fabric doing little to hide the way my nipples had hardened beneath it. The anticipation had been building for weeks now, ever since I first noticed the way Mike watched me when he thought no one was looking.At thirty-eight, I had learned to recognize desire in a man's eyes. Mike was twenty-seven, young for a capo but already rising fast through the ranks. He carried himself with the quiet confidence of someone who knew his own strength, broad shoulders filling out his tailored suits, dark hair always neatly combed. But it was his mouth that drew my attention most often, full lips that made me wonder what they would feel like against my skin.I had been married to Don Vittorio for twelve years. He was a goo