Novel & Cerita Erotic Office Romances

His thumb rubbed fast, frantic circles over the leaking tip, smearing the warm moisture all over. "Ah! Fuck—! No, wait—!" I cried out, my knees shaking against his legs. "Ssshh I've got you," he whispered, his voice deep and possessive. He sped up even more, his hand turning into a slick blur. The wet sound of his palm sliding over my length echoed in the quiet room, mixing with our heavy breathing. His every stroke was deep, rhythmic, and ruthless, stripping away my last bit of pride until all I could do was arch my back, completely at his mercy.

Story Title: Midnight Contract Author: Feylume Genre: Office Romance, Billionaire, Power Play, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Isabella Hart – 26, ambitious, intelligent, beautiful with long dark hair and curves that drive him crazy. • Damien Cross – 34, ruthless CEO, tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing gray eyes, extremely dominant and controlling. Blurb: When her devastatingly handsome and ruthless CEO offers her a secret after-hours contract, Isabella discovers that mixing business with the most sinful pleasure comes with a dangerous price… and she’s addicted.

“How the hell am I ever going to get any work done with your constant interruptions.” Standing from her chair, she put both her hands on her desk and leaned forward, her breasts damn near spilling out of her bra. It took all my will power to keep from motorboating the sexy globes. She blinked, her long lashes flickering innocently. “Mr. Craft, you came to my office.” “Your office needs a lock on the door,” I murmured, enjoying playing her at her own game. “Otherwise, I’d be fucking those tits with my cock hitting your mouth.”

“Show me how badly you want this.” I braced my hands on his thighs and started bouncing, fucking myself on his thick cock. The wet sounds filled the office. Damien’s hands guided my hips and occasionally slapping my ass. “Look out the window,” he growled. “Anyone working late in the opposite building could see you bouncing on my dick like a desperate slut.” The thought made me ride him harder. He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast circles. “Damien… oh god, I’m going to cum again—”

At 10:30 pm, just as I was about to retreat to my small servant’s quarters on the ground floor, his text lit up my phone. Derick: My office. Now. Wear only the uniform. No panties. My heart raced as I climbed the stairs. The mansion felt different at night,quieter, more dangerous. I knocked softly on the heavy oak door of his home office. “Come in.” He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. The room smelled of leather, whiskey, and power. A bottle of expensive scotch sat beside him. “Lock the door,” he ordered without looking up from his papers. “Then get on your knees and start cleaning the shelves behind me.”

I reached down, my hands finding Dante’s dick and Jax’s thigh, giving Dante a frantic handjob while Jax claimed my mouth. "That's it, Ariel," Jax muttered, his voice thick. "Take it all, you little slut." The friction was overwhelming. Kael’s hands were bruising my waist as he drove into me with a speed that made my vision blur. Saliva drooled from my lips, trailing down toward the bed. Jax leaned in, his mouth catching the drip, following the trail all the way to my lips before swallowing me in a deep, tongue-heavy French kiss. I was right on the edge. I could feel the pressure building, the internal dam about to break. I gripped both Dante and Jax, my body vibrating.

I lick my lips, moaning, listening to Eric’s gasps of need, knowing he wants to come. Time to switch positions. I slide off Eric and we get out of bed so that I can lean over the side. I look into Babyface’s eyes across the bed as Eric gets behind me, pushing the skirt up so he can slide his slick cock into my ass. Then Eric grips my hips hard and starts ramming into me, and I watch Babyface’s intense excitement at the sight of me being fucked hard in the ass, my bare breasts bouncing erotically and my pigtails swaying. I scream as my orgasm shudders through me in waves, knowing Eric is about to come and that Babyface is on the verge of explosion. Then Eric goes limp against me. After a minu

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 pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe. I kissed him back, but my mind was still in that office. He pulled the towel off and climbed between my legs. His cock pressed against me. Smaller. Thinner. Nothing like the thick stretch I had taken an hour ago. He pushed in. I felt it. Of course I felt it. But it wasn’t enough. My pussy was still open and sensitive from Mr. Grant, and Derick slid in too easily. No burn. No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open.

"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