Sexy Office Novels & Stories

“Don't do this tonight.” “Don't do what?” I demanded, pressing my hand against his broad chest to shove him back. He didn't budge an inch. He felt like solid stone beneath my palms. “Don't get angry? You lock me in a room like a dirty secret while you host a party for the Morettis! You smell like her, Seb! You bring her perfume into my room!” I pushed him again, harder this time, trying to drive him back toward the door. “Touch me with those hands after touching her glass, and I swear to God—”

Now I look fake and that’s the last thing I needed. “So, how do I fix this?” “Right now, you’re an asshole nobody likes. Nothing new there,” she starts, I only blink, “But there was an increase on the comments about how ‘hot’ you are. And how ‘pretty’ she is. People get distracted about your personality when talking about how good you look together. We can use that.” “How?” “Sex sells,” she responds. I move back, not understanding, “A ‘Mean but sexy Alpha falls in love with his wife on camera. Check out their steamy moments on the show.’ Storyline sells more than ‘Asshole Alpha is rude to his fragile wife’.”

“Don’t say no.” I didn’t. Marcus Cole was handsome in the easy way of men who had always been handsome and knew it without being ruined by it. He laughed at the right moments. He didn’t push. He was, by every measurable standard, an ideal client. I gave him Pinky controlled, deliberate, full performance. He leaned back in his chair and smiled like a man having a genuinely good evening. Somewhere beyond the VIP corridor, Adrian was sitting at a bar watching the floor. I focused.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

The silence was heavy. “You should know by now I never loved you. I have never seen anyone as stupid as you. I knew you were evil and wouldn’t save your sister, so the only way to make you do it was to promise to marry your desperate ass. It’s so low-brow to think I would settle for a pathetic omega like you with no wolf,” he cursed. The angrier he got, the more the system released more pressure. I was on the floor in pain. And Xena wasn’t helping as she growled within me, the only solution was to put an invisible block between us, stopping her from transforming, that alone made me powerless.

As my best friend, I know his eyes are brown and caring, but after listening to these women, I need to look closer at them. Madison passes. “The penis,” Martha blurts. “I call bullshit stating they aren’t sexy,” Reagan argues. “We enjoy them, we need them, but sexy They are not.” Others agree. “Powerful thighs make me hot,” Martha amends. “I...Well, I must admit there are sexy cocks out there,” I protest. “When they groom them and...” I demonstrate length with my hands. “I’ve even seen one tilt to the right that was magnificent.” Again, all eyes bug out in my direction. When will I learn? Why do I even open my mouth? This is not a group of adventurous, worldly ladies. I need to keep most of

“By sending boudoir or nude pics. By using just the right angle, lighting, filter and color correct. You have to know how to stay relevant, in the mind of your guy and of all guys in general. Even IRL, you should know how to stuff your bra just right. To catch the alpha wolf, you basically have to be the most tantalizing piece of meat. It always boils down to that. In a room full of girls, it’s always a competition of who gets the most popular and confident dude. Remember, and this is my mantra: Popularity is sexy.” “Um…” Kate says, “I don’t think all boys are like that.” “Oh, you better believe it. They are.” Kate ponders on that but, in the end, she feels a sort of pity for Yssy. She wonde

The demoness cackled, pressing her leather-clad crotch firmer against my groin, her thin whip of a tail lifting my long skirt by the slit to get better access. See, the one time I let someone convince me to dress sexy, and this is what happens. Thanks a fucking lot Kelly from Macy's. Now I had a demon trying to fuck me into submissive mind control, and I don't think that's what you meant by saying I would have a really good Friday night!

She seemed to be furious and approached Arya with a glare before turning to stare at Ryker with an aggrieved expression. What was going on? That was the thought that those who didn't know who the beautiful woman was had in their mind. Including Arya. “You homewrecker!” The woman yelled at Arya. “Huh?” Arya felt offended and also confused. She turned to Rykerbonly to see him signaling to the security. “You couldn't keep your hands to yourself, that's why you had to seduce him!” The woman continued to scream at Arya as she inched closer not noticing the security staff that were arriving.

She was tired of going around in circles, she was just going to lay it all down for him and whatever happens, it happens. “I-ughmm..” “Don’t get shy on me now, tell me everything.” Alicia smiled a little, shifting on his lap, her eyes briefly snapping to his crotch area and she looked away. “I want us to sext sometimes and I want to have phone sex with you.” Alicia watched him nod, she wasn’t sure if he was nodding because he was okay with stuff like that or if he was genuinely freaking out but pretending to be cool. “Even though you don’t want sex right now, I wanna try other stuff too.”