LOGINArc 33: Wreck SeasonSunday evening.Seven PM.I'm in my apartment in just a silk robe reading something I have read the same paragraph of four times because I keep thinking about Thursday night and Friday morning when I woke up in his sheets and Saturday when he texted once at noon to say he was thinking about me and I replied me too and we said nothing else and the restraint of that one exchange cost me the entire day.My doorbell rings.I open it.Caius.In dark jeans and a grey shirt with his sleeves already rolled to the elbows, which should not be as devastatingly sexy as it is given everything that has already happened between us, and he's looking at me in my silk robe with nothing under it and his jaw shifts."You knew I was coming?" he asks."I hoped," I reply.He steps inside without being invited, closes the door behind him and looks around my apartment briefly and then looks at me."Neve." "Yes, Caius?" "I spent all of my day today thinking about Thursday," he says."Me
Arc 33: Wreck SeasonHis apartment is a fifteen minutes drive from the office.We sit at the back together. We don't talk in the car.His hand is on my thigh the entire ride, warm and heavy and present, his thumb moving in slow circles that are not innocent and are not trying to be, and I sit in the passenger seat with my thighs pressed together with his hand around them and I look out the window and feel every circle in places his hand isn't touching.His driver doesn't look back.Smart man.His apartment is on the nineteenth floor of a building that costs more per month than my quarterly salary and it is warm and wide and dark when he opens the door and he doesn't turn any lights on.He drops his keys on the console table.Turns around.I'm already reaching for him.He catches my face in both hands and kisses me deep and walks me backward through the dark apartment, knowing every piece of furniture by instinct, and I follow him and kiss him back and his hands move from my face to m
Arc 33: Wreck SeasonHis mouth finds me and I grab the edge of the desk with both hands, my head falling back and I look at the ceiling of his office, thinking about three weeks of glass walls and conference tables and the forty minutes I lost after his fingers touched mine and I think this.This is what everything was building to.His tongue parts me in one slow deliberate stroke, learning the shape of me, and I shiver and my hips tilt forward seeking more and he holds them flat against the desk with both palms and goes again, deeper, pushing inside me and tasting and pulling back to circle my clit with a precision that makes my thighs shake immediately."Caius," I breathe at the ceiling. "Your tongue. Oh God, your tongue..."He hums against me and the vibration travels through my entire lower body and my hands slip on the desk edge and I have to find them again.He works me slowly.Long deliberate strokes that map every part of me, unhurried and thorough, and every time I get close
Arc 33: Wreck SeasonThe office empties at six thirty.I watch it happen from my desk. One by one, jackets grabbed, bags picked up, goodnights exchanged, until the floor is quiet and the overhead lights switch to the dim automatic setting and there is nobody left on the forty-second floor except me and the man behind the glass-walled office at the end of the room who has been watching me through that glass since nine this morning.I have been watching him back.His name is Director Caius Vane and he has been my boss for exactly three weeks and in those three weeks he has made my professional life the most intellectually stimulating it has ever been and my personal life an absolute catastrophe of wanting something I should not want, thinking about it constantly and sitting in meetings watching his hands move and forgetting what the meeting is about.He is forty. Dark-haired and broad-shouldered and has the specific quality of stillness that powerful men have, the kind that doesn't need
Arc 32: Use MeI wake up because he's already inside me.Not all the way. Just the tip, pressed at my entrance, his hand on my hip and his mouth at the back of my neck and he's been working up to this slowly, I realize, waking from sleep into the specific awareness of his body behind mine and his cock nudging at me and the warmth of him surrounding me completely.I push back.He pushes forward.The sound we both make in the quiet morning bedroom is low and simultaneous and entirely mutual, his arm wrapping around my waist and he pulls me back against him and he sinks inside me fully and holds there."Morning baby girl," he says against my hair."Morning Daddy," I breathe.His hips roll.I grab his thigh.He rolls them again, slow and deep, and I push back into every movement and his arm tightens around my waist and his mouth works on the back of my neck, the specific place that makes me shiver, and we move together slow and unhurried in the morning light coming through his curtains."
He pulls me off the bed by my hand.I follow him into the bathroom and the shower is large and glass-walled and he turns the water on hot, pulls me under with him. The steam rises immediately and the hot water hits my skin as his hands find my waist and pull me back against his chest.His cock is hardening again against my lower back.Already.I reach behind me and wrap my hand around him and stroke and he hisses against my ear, his hands tightening on my waist."Mira," he says."Mm." I stroke again. Slow. Feeling him thicken in my grip."You're going to start something," he says."Good," I reply. His hands slide from my waist to my breasts and he cups them in both palms and squeezes. I lean back against his chest and tip my head back and let the hot water run over both of us while he works my breasts with his hands. His thumbs find my nipples and roll them and I arch into his grip and the steam and the heat and his hands make everything feel heightened and warm and slightly unreal.
Arc 13: Soaking WetIt's raining so hard the city looks like it's dissolving.I've been standing outside this bar for eleven minutes waiting for my ride and my dress is ruined and my heels are destroyed and my ex just walked out of that bar with his new girlfriend on his arm and smiled at me and I
Arc 12: After HoursThe office is empty at midnight except for us.It's always us. That's the thing nobody tells you about working late with a man like Declan Hurst. You think you're staying because of the project deadline. You think he's staying because he's dedicated. And maybe that's true. Maybe
Priya's POV He finds a layby two miles up.Pulls in hard, engine still running, and before I've fully processed that we've stopped he's opened his door and pulled me out with him and walked me around to the front of the car and bent me over the bonnet.The metal is warm from the engine.It's starte
Arc 9: StolenI know it's wrong.I've known it's wrong for two years, since the first time Marco looked at me across their dinner table and held eye contact three seconds too long and something low in my belly caught fire and refused to go out.Bianca is my best friend. Has been since college. She'







