Erotic Office Romances Novels & Stories

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 He tasted like devils springs and something else like lust and desire, I noted the moment his mouth crashed into mine. My back was against the door, the moment we stepped into his room, and his tongue pushed past my lips with a demand that you only read about. It made my knees weak and I love it. His hands were everywhere. He gripped my hoodie, tugging it upward while he continued to devour my mouth. I groaned into the kiss, my hands finding the back of his neck, pulling him closer and closer. He pulled my hoodie over my head in one fast move and tossed it somewhere across the floor.

The thought of limited time is heartrending. Roman deepens the kiss and I let him, opening my lips around his and giving him more access to me. To this. I feel his frustration the minute he pulls away and the chuckle that escapes me is joy filled and fuzzy. Roman leans in to nuzzle my neck and I close my eyes as he makes contact. He loves making contact with me, looks at me like he’d rather not touch anything else than condemn himself to a life of not touching me. “I saw the gift you left in my office.”

"Amber, if you want to kiss me in the afternoon, that's fine with me. To be honest, office romance isn't my thing, but if it makes you happy, I don't see a problem with it." How dare he flirt with me, my God? I detest when he tries to flirt with me, but I don't understand why. When I hear his flirting remarks, butterflies start to flutter all over my body. Office romance? What does he mean? "We are not doing any office romance here. Stop this foolishness by just blinking your eyes." "So tell me, why are your lips on mine?" "No, it's not mine. It's yours. Stop putting your lips so close to mine."

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back into him with each stroke. "God, this ass," he muttered. "I’ve been thinking about it for weeks." "Fuck—" I gasped as his pace quickened. "Harder—" He obliged, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the small office. Each thrust sent sparks racing up my spine, his hand snaking around to toy with my clit again. "You’re going to cum for me like this," he said. "With my cock in your ass and my hand on your pussy." "Yes" My voice was hoarse. "Yes"

Four “So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?” Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?” Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.” He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”

Didn't stop until he was satisfied. He stood, belt already unbuckled, cock freed and hard, thick, already leaking. “Lie back.” I obeyed instantly, heat flushing across my whole body. He didn’t tease. Didn’t waste a second. With one hard thrust, he filled me. I cried out, arching as he stretched me open. Adrian grabbed my hips and drove into me again and again, the wet slap of skin echoing in the still office. My legs wrapped around him, holding him close, anchoring him inside me. And the thought of someone finding my unapproachable boss only added a thrill to my insides.

Lines up. He pushes in—slow, relentless—letting Jamie feel every inch while he leans over him, lips at Jamie’s ear. “You’re mine,” Julian growls. “This desk. This office. This body. All mine.” Jamie nods frantically—cheek pressed to cool glass, breath fogging it. “Yours—fuck—please—” Julian starts to move—hard, deep thrusts that rock the desk, papers sliding to the floor. One hand stays braced beside Jamie’s head. The other reaches around, wraps around Jamie’s cock—stroking tight and fast.

I go into their office and seduce them and I always walk out with ruffled hair and twisted panties, sometimes, the panties never make it out of their respective offices. They enjoy doing me in the office too, especially Lucas. That man has a thing for fucking me on his table with books scattered everywhere. One time, he even sent me dripping with his come to Cross's office and of course, Cross didn’t wait to be told, he backed me against his door and fucked me too.

he stammered with shaky lips, "No way Eric, you are just a pervert! Nothing else!" Eric let out a loud laughter, his voice echoed through the room, "Do you think that I didn't see you staring at us? I knew you were standing beside the door watching us, that was why I wrapped my arms around her because I could sense it in your eyes not jealous you are'' he smirked deeply, "Yet again, I am able to take whatever you love, easy and peasy without any difficulty" he laughed loudly, his eyes sparkled with nothing but evil. "Oh goodness, did I say too much?" Eric scoffed, "I know you have always liked Genevieve, her perfect body and all that ignited the monster in you and let your list shine forth a

"Are you ok? It wasn't too much?" Verna found her embarrassment ebbing away. She always felt so safe with Mr. Chairman around. She always asked permission even though he held power in their relationship. Office romances were prohibited, but they could not resist the pull between them, almost like magnets drew them together. "Yes, I'm fine, just reality in the office," she stuttered. Mr. Chairman kissed her gently; he cupped her head and kissed her lips. He took her mouth long and leisurely. His lips were warm and welcoming, but the beast in him was not long satisfied. The kiss deepened with mouths and tongues, becoming more possessive and seeking. His fingers combed through her hair while hi