All Chapters of WET-INTRUTION: 30 steamy stories : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hours later…The tactical meeting was an actual torture.I sat at the head of the briefing room table. As all eyes were on me but I could only feel some of them.To my left, Jax slouched in his chair, his long legs stretched out under the table. Every time I glance his way, his dark eyes are already locked onto mine, a subtle, lazy amusement dancing in them as his gaze drifts to my lips.And then there is Andrew. He sat directly opposite me, slowly spinning a pen between his fingers. There is an open challenge in his eyes, a silent prove yourself that makes my skin prickle with a mixture of intense irritation and something far more dangerous.I am their coach, I repeat like a mantra, my heart hammering. I am a professional. If they sense even a fraction of the effect they have on me, I lose all control."We press high on the transition," I said,shutting off the projector. "Take it to the pitch, gentlemen."As the players filed out, Andrew lingered by the door, his shoulder brushing m

Chapter 4Victoria's POV "Jax, if you are in here, you have exactly five seconds to explain why you missed the tactical meeting," I call out as I push open the door to the wet room.The air here was warm with steam, smelling of expensive soap and hot water. The loud, steady hiss of a running shower echoes off the white tiles, but as I round the corner, the words die in my throat.Jax is standing right outside the glass stall with a towel in his hands,He was naked.My breath catched so hard that my chest actually hurt, I froze right where I was. I knew I shouldn't be looking because I am his coach and this was totally unprofessional, but my eyes refused to obey my brain. My gaze slides slowly down the wet, smooth skin of his chest, tracing the deep lines of his abs before landing directly on his length cock. He was massive,even semi-relaxed, he was incredibly long and hard, hanging dark against his inner thighs. I tried to force my eyes back up, but my gaze was glued to him. I wante

Chapter 6They lifted me back onto the desk, but this time they pushed me flat onto my back. Jax grabbed my ankles and shoved my knees all the way back to my chest, exposing my soaking wet, swollen pussy. Jax quickly slid his cock back inside me, his length filled me up.“ Ohhh jax,ahhh! Slow down” I screamed as he fucked me so hard."She's too tight for both of us like this," Jax pants, holding my legs pinned back. "Stretch her first."Andrew leans over me, his dark eyes locking onto mine. He reached down, his large hand slid directly between my legs to find my highly sensitive clitoris. He pinches the swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it roughly."Aaaah! Oh, god, wait!" I scream, my hips bucking off the desk as a sharp, overwhelming jolt of pure pleasure-pain shoots through me.Jax kept my legs pinned, forcing me to take it. I sob out loud, panting heavily. "Andrew... please... ah! Ahhh, yes, right there!"Andrew kept up with the relentless friction in my clit, m

Chapter 2."All this for me?" he asked. "Before I even touched you?""Shut up," I breathed. "Just fuck me."He smirked. He pinched my clit between two fingers, swollen and slick, and rolled it gently until my hips jumped off the desk and a cry tore out of my chest."That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you."Then he sank to his knees.He pulled my hips to the edge of the desk and buried his face between my thighs, dragging his tongue flat up my slit, unhurried, from bottom to top, and my whole body shuddered. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing, tasting, and I grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him there."Oh God," I moaned. "Philly. Philly, yes."He groaned against me and the vibration shot straight through my belly. He licked me like he was starving, like I was the only thing that mattered in this office, and I was losing it fast, my thighs shaking around his head, my hips grinding into his mouth."Enough," he said, pulling back with a grin. His lips were wet

NINA'S POV.“You’re pacing like a caged animal, Nina,” Elena said softly, breaking the silence. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. “You are treating yourself like something broken. You aren’t broken. You’re just starving.”I stopped with my back turned to the room. I let out a short laugh that had no humor in it. “I’m fine, Elena. Just tired.”“You’re not fine. You’ve been running on empty for months,” Elena said smoothly. Her tone left no room for quick excuses. “You go on boring dates with men who are afraid of everything. You’re waiting for someone who isn't afraid to take control. You need a man who will push you to your limits—someone who makes your heart race before he even touches you.”I turned around slowly, took a sip of my drink, and looked at her. “Right. My hero in a dark suit, ready to ruin me for everyone else. I won't hold my breath.”“I’m serious,” Elena said, leaning back against the cushions. She tilted her head and looked at me. “Or maybe you’re