Erotic Office Romances Novels & Stories

I said, moaning as my hands got busy with her hair, slightly pulling,then massaging her scalp, making her relax more into me as I claimed her lips in a sweet kiss. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. Several thoughts ran through my mind as I sat on his thighs, moaning and feeling the moisture in between my core. But I thought it was a taboo for a king to kiss or mate his pet,but why’s mine different? As if to answer my question,he turned me over in a way that he was lying on top of me on his king sized bed. His hands moved down to my core as he rubbed the surface, erupting a scream from me……as I began to pant and thrash on the bed.

There's something about Emma that I can't get my hands on yet, she seems mysterious. I went to my office and met Tony sitting on the couch drinking. "Why the hell are you drinking tequila in my office?!" I asked. "Mine only had champagne and I wanted tequila so I came here" Tony replied. "Ya crazy" I said as I sat down on the couch. "Want some?" He asked as he offered me a glass. "No thanks, I'll like to remain clear-headed for the time being" I replied. "Funny, I totally want the opposite. I had a really crazy day today" he said as he drank more.

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.

“Because it doesn’t end well.” Jason didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached out—slowly this time—his hand brushing lightly against hers. Not forceful. Not sudden. Just… there. Rose felt it instantly. That same spark. That same dangerous closeness. She should have stepped back. She knew that. But she didn’t. “Rose…” Her name sounded different again. Lower. Closer. For a moment, everything else faded. The office. The tension. Even Sophia. Just them. And then—

“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

“Fuck me harder, Mr. Evans.” His voice was a low growl, his hands gripping my hips like he owned them. “You don’t get to call me that when you’re bent over my desk, Claire. You call me Sir.” The mahogany surface was cold against my cheek. My skirt was bunched around my waist, my blouse ripped open. His thrusts were punishing, each one a deliberate conquest. I could feel every ridge of him inside me, stretching, claiming. The office air was thick with the smell of us—sweat, expensive cologne, and raw need.