Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

I changed the flowing shower to cold water and let it wash the hotness off my body. Moments later, I was back in the room, dressed and ready to sleep for the night. But every time I closed my eyes, she was all I could see. Every single thing kept reminding me of her. I took different positions, changed my posture countless times, but Caelia still didn’t stop running through my mind. It was like she was a leech that couldn’t be removed. There was no denying it anymore; I was fucking obsessed with her! Good or bad type of obsession? I didn’t know which one, but all I knew was that I wanted her so badly. The obsession kept growing when I tried to stay away from her. The thoughts of her just wou

I’d watch her at the dining table, her soft lips wrapping around a strawberry, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of juice, and I’d have to physically excuse myself, retreat to my study before I got hard right there in front of my entire family. I tried ignoring her. I tried pretending she didn’t exist, that she was just a piece of furniture, a pretty ornament in my son’s life. But it was no use. She was an infection, and I was a willing host. I started taking pictures of her secretly. The security cameras I’d had installed for “protection” became my private peepshow. I had footage of her sunbathing by the pool, her skin glistening with oil. I had clips of her sneaking into the kitchen l

I wonder what he sounds like when he is close and when he comes and. I am so lost in my dirty thoughts and missed the way Mia was looking at me until she spoke. "With that look on your face, Sweetie? I think it's definitely a secret office romance." My cheeks turn a bright red and just because I am still a little bit worked up from my imagination, I ignore her and silently continue packing my bags.

In between, whispered confessions slipped out again. “I watch the security feeds of your office sometimes,” he admitted while stroking her hair. “Just to see you.” “I touch myself thinking about you every night,” Sera confessed, nuzzling his chest. “Even when I hate you.” Obsession had taken root. Deep. Dangerous. Addictive. But as dawn broke and they lay tangled together, Sera’s phone exploded with notifications. A new scandal had broken: leaked documents suggesting *she* had been feeding information to Blackthorn all along.

I could feel the tension building within me, the heat of desire burning through my veins. As I lay there in a state of euphoria, my heart racing with desire and excitement, I couldn’t help but wonder if Sebastian had noticed the intricate design that adorned my most intimate area. The tattoo, a symbol of my wild and rebellious nature, was a secret I had kept hidden from them. But in that moment, as Sebastian explored every inch of my body with his gentle touch, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he saw it. I wondered why he hadn't said anything.

I said, using my fingers to touch her now, she looked ready to come, and I was growing addicted to the face she made right before she came. “We can, Father Liam. I need this. Even if it’s a secret. Even if we have to hide from the world, I don't care.” she moaned, trying to ride my fingers. I pushed them deeper, pressing up against that spot that drove women crazy, and she came instantly. I kept my fingers inside her. “I want you.” “I'm supposed to guide you on the right path,” I said, pulling my fingers out.

That's when I felt the shift in the air - subtle, electric. Sebastian's voice was low and smooth, brushing right against my ear. "Tell me, Secretary Moore... whose muscles are you enjoying more? Tang's? Or Levan's?" My spine snapped straight. I blinked rapidly. "Oh no,"I said, suddenly grabbing at the floor, "I think I dropped my contact lens."

For thirty glorious minutes, Sebastian hadn’t existed. There had been only heat, only friction, only release. I let the stranger pull me on top of him again. Let him fill me again. Let the rhythm build until the world narrowed to nothing but skin and breath and the sweet, mindless edge of coming apart. I called Victor back an hour later, after the stranger had left, after I’d showered, after I’d poured myself a glass of the hotel’s cheap chardonnay and sat on the edge of the bed in a silk robe.

I have no idea who Holly had in mind for actually sewing the bed cover. Our next stop was Sara's Secret, where the girls managed to thoroughly embarrass me on the way to purchasing lubes, lotions, vibrators, games and other sundry sex toys. Another expensive outing, but who was I to complain? I had mixed feelings everywhere I went. I was proud to be standing alongside two attractive, sexy women, but felt a little awkward around the open comments of threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. And any time a 'sister' comment was dropped, I had to briefly check around and see if anybody was putting two and two together.

"Foxe Shield is distracting a secretary?" "Foxe is doing exactly what we need him to do," I lie smoothly. My father doesn't know the truth about my affair with Foxe. He does not know that Foxe and I have been trading breathless, filthy secrets in hotel rooms for six months. Foxe is thrilling and dangerous, and he makes me feel like a goddess instead of an ornament. I originally thought Foxe wants to seduce Anella just to help me cover up the corporate espionage we’re committing against June. But recently Foxe has been completely ghosting my text messages. A terrifying suspicion is growing in my mind that Foxe actually wants the secretary for himself.