Office Smut Novels & Stories

A few days after Lanna's funeral I was walking with Desert beside the lake, "So. when do you plan on marking me?" Desert asked holding my hand and making me chuckle, "Hmmm, so eager aren't we?" "Yes" "Ok, how about I take you to dinner tonight, then we make it official" Desert didn't say anything, "Err or we can wait, it's not a problem," I say confused "No, can you smell that?" I sniff the air "Blood" "Yes" "Come on" We follow the smell, it leads us through the trees and there nailed to a tree, with blood dripping into a pool on the floor is Jimmy.

After all, every woman loves to get flowers, and when she reads that apology note with an emoji, her rage will undoubtedly subside. "So, Mr. Oscar, please explain what you did this time to irritate her." Samantha walked into my office without knocking and grinned mischievously as she stared at me. "I did nothing." I tried to make it appear to her that I was working by turning on the laptop's screen. "Stop pretending in front of me; there's no need for it. I am well aware that you transformed her workplace into a garden." She set the laptop screen aside and sat down at my desk.

I’ve mocked Crista, Tie, and even Darren for YEARS about how they get off being dominated by their D’Amore mate. Yet here I am, getting my rocks off on Jonathan, dominating me, bent over his glass desk, and it’s not just any glass desk. It’s a fucking see-through computer! His desk is a fucking computer! That is so Silvercloud. It’s crazy. This is the kind of insane, next-level, mind-blowing tech I expected when I started working here. ‘Forget the damn desk! How about the insane, next-level, mind-blowing SEX!’ Sara reminded me.

It seemed as though he quickly came to conclusions not wanting to know the Genesis of the affairs. “I see you've done quite the Job dolling them up” Conti said playfully smacking Moose across the face in a routined manner. Moose on the other hand couldn't even get himself to hold a glance at Conti. “Keep this up, and very soon you'd be signing off the deal with the saints” He said ruffling Moose's hair. Whatever Conti had just said, I couldn't comprehend it's meaning, but Moose obviously did because his face had suddenly lit up with a smile.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

Smokey replied. "OMG, that is so fucking hilarious! She's playing you so well and you're in hook line and sinker. I've never known you to be a weak stupid man who couldn't see through manipulation as blatant as she's doing. Really wondering if you just don't want to see? SMDH" Sam replied back.

"It made me more angry than anything. I'm used to it, though." "Used to it? Lucus tensed at the thought of situations like that happening frequently to Emma. "It's unfortunately pretty common if you're an unmated omega working at a bar or restaurant serving alcohol. It's okay. It doesn't happen as much now." The omega nudged Lucus shoulder lightly, trying to get him to loosen up. "It bothered me to see someone treat you like that. It still bothers me that I can smell traces of his scent on you." "Would it help if I gave you a hug?"

Her purse was getting fatter by the second. Delights wasn't just any Omega club. It had a reputation, but also rules.". Everyone had to show proof of suppressors or scent blockers. Odor eliminators were sprayed through the vents every thirty minutes, so the air was neutral, with no overwhelming combination of Alpha and Omega hormones. And security, burly men with serious guns, were everywhere, a steady, visible force. Sama felt, in a strange, perverse way, safer here than she ever had in her gilded cage at home.

Mattel didn’t like it, there was something deeply unsettling about that smile. “We want you to make a public appearance with your omega and talk about how much the OCS helped you reform Regina. And we want a chance to put your mate through our revised Omega training programme” Agent Smith stated. Upon seeing Mattel’s look of alarm, the man backtracked, “I promise, the program is much milder and promises even better results,” Agent Smith demurred. But Mattel knew that after the outcry over omega mistreatment, the OCS was trying desperately to get back into the public’s good graces.