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A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

Absolutely not. Furious that I left my phone, laptop, and speaker downstairs, I find myself with nothing to do. Do I have the patience for reading? No. Am I in the mood to read? Also no. Do I have anything else to do? Another no. Sighing deeply, I grab a book, plop down on the bed, and start reading my smutty novel. Smut is probably the last thing I should be reading right now, but it's the only thing available. And honestly, who doesn’t like smut?

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

Olivia started, raising her own hand, but before she could finish the threat, Liam walked closer to where we were. His presence seemed to fill the hallway, drawing attention away from the drama and toward him. The crowd shifted and parted, giving him a clear path. I could smell his cologne even from a few feet away, that familiar scent that had surrounded me all night and morning. "There's nothing wrong with reading romance novels with a little smut," Liam said, his voice carrying clearly over the noise of the crowd. I hadn't even noticed him pick up my book from where it had fallen, but there it was in his hand, looking small against his long fingers. "If you have a problem with it, it's no

Another of her curled up against him, nose in a book. I read the book title and G****e it. Smut, obviously. Of course. I would expect nothing less, truly. The comments are turned off. I make a mental note to commend Liam for it when it’s a ‘reasonable’ time in the morning (Emilia’s words, not mine). But his fan accounts are already reposting, and their comment sections are another story. It only takes a scroll and a half before I sigh. The whole point of this campaign was to clean up his image — not to turn Emilia into some manipulative siren who tricked poor Liam into playing house.

The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight. “You aren’t wrong there,” Nocturne replied. “I’m planning to have a small line of LGBTQ+ fiction as well as more mainstream books. It’s been easy to get straight romance and adventure books. The search for good LGBTQ+ authors has been harder. It’s also because I want to read a spicy gay smut novel.” The admission at the end caught Leo off guard. Nocturne had a mischievous gleam in his eye when he said that part.

He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, then biting down. “Ahhh...fuck, fuck!” Damon cried out, back arching. “Yes, fucking bite me. Use me. I’m so hard for you…” his slutty moans filled the car. “Such a greedy little cockslut,” Logan growled, spitting on Damon’s cock for better lubrication. “You love this, don’t you? Getting stroked in a public parking lot where anyone could see what a pathetic whore you are” Damon moaned loudly, hips bucking into Logan’s fist. “Yes… I’m your pathetic whore. I love it when you touch me. Please...let me touch your cock too.”

Walking down the hallways of the office, you saw that most of the associates, and all of the partners, were still out to lunch, so you felt a little safer ducking into the washroom and locking the door behind you. "Fuck," you muttered to yourself, unzipping and pulling your hard cock out of your pants. You'd only been half-hard before the group text started, but the girls encouraging you to come jerk off together had pushed you to full strength. Closing your eyes, you started to stroke, but then you remembered that you didn't need to just imagine things. Soon you were looking at the pics that Gemma had sent you - particularly the one with her fingers covered in her juices, and her bare breas