Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories
I'd come so hard, biting my fist to muffle the cries, my juices dripping down my legs as his tongue flicked mercilessly over my clit, sucking until I saw stars.
Now, trying to focus on emails and his calendar, every shift in my chair sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my body betraying me with slick need even as shame clawed at my gut.
The $150,000 direct deposit had hit my account that morning, a digital chain linking me to this hell but it wasn't enough to quiet the voices screaming I should run.
I was picking at a sad salad at my desk, avoiding the cafeteria where eyes might linger too long on my flushed cheeks, when the Dr. Hartman, a slick weasel of a man with a perpetual smirk and a