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Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours THE WEB TIGHTENS
Lena’s POV The silence in the library felt heavier now, charged with the static of a secret that was no longer just ours. My hands were still shaking as I smoothed my dress, trying to erase the evidence of the last twenty minutes. Every motion felt sluggish, like I was moving through deep, impenetrable water.Richard was leaning against the mahogany desk, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with a maddening, relaxed arrogance. He didn't look like a man who had just been inches away from his son finding him with his girlfriend. He looked like he was savoring the memory.“Stop,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I fumbled with my hair, trying to pin it back into some semblance of order. “We almost lost everything. Julian knows.”Richard only chuckled, a low, smooth sound that vibrated in the quiet room. He walked over, his presence encroaching on my space again, forcing me to look up at him. “Julian is a strategist, Lena. He won’t move until he has something to gain. And he ha
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours THE SILENT WITNESS
Lena’s POV My heart plummeted. My blood turned to ice. I was hunched over the edge of the desk, my dress bunched at my waist, my breath coming in jagged, desperate gasps that I couldn't silence. Richard’s scent—musky, expensive, and unmistakably him—clung to my skin, and the air in the library felt thick, suffocating, and heavy with our shared sin.Richard didn't move. He stood perfectly still behind me, his hand resting on my lower back—a silent, possessive anchor. He didn't rush to fix his clothes. He didn't look panicked; he looked at the heavy door with a terrifying, calm curiosity, as if he were waiting to see if the world would dare interrupt him.“Father?”The voice was’nt Adrian’s. It was smooth, devoid of any urgency, and carried that unmistakable, razor-sharp edge of calculated intellect.I couldn't breathe. If the door opened—if he saw the state of this room, the state of me—it wouldn't just be my reputation that would die. It would be my entire future.Richard leaned in,
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours BEFORE THE NARROW ESCAPE
Lena’s POV The door creaked open, the heavy brass handle turning with a slow, deliberate finality. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs that I was certain the entire room could hear the rhythm of my terror. Richard, however, was a statue of composure. With one swift, decisive motion, he pulled himself out of me, the sudden absence of his heat leaving me shivering on the edge of the mahogany desk.He didn't panic. He smoothed his trousers with chilling precision, his eyes never leaving the expanding sliver of light coming from the hallway. I scrambled to pull my dress down, my fingers trembling as I tried to mask the ruin of my appearance.Richard stepped forward, blocking the view of the desk entirely with his broad frame. He walked toward the door with an easy, arrogant stride, opening it just enough to step into the hallway and close it firmly behind him.I held my breath, every muscle in my body coiled for the sound of discovery. Through the thick oak, I heard the murmur
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours THE RECKONING
Lena’s POV The library felt like a vacuum, sucking the air right out of my lungs. I hadn't told Adrian I was coming here. I had kept the invitation to his mother’s private charity briefing a secret, desperate to prove to myself that I could hold my own in this den of lions. I had taken a car service here, and Adrian—he was still supposed to be abroad, he hadn’t told me when he would return.Richard had pulled me in here the second we were alone, his eyes dark with a hunger that defied the high-stakes environment. He didn't speak. He didn't have to. The way his hands gripped my waist, his thumbs digging into my skin, told me exactly what was going to happen. He yanked my dress upward, the fine fabric bunching beneath his rough palms. My breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound that sounded too loud in the stillness of the library.“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to take you in this house,” he growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a violent shiver down my spine. “R
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours KANE…OH GOD!
Professor Kane’s POVFor the first time in months, the heavy, suffocating knot of resentment that usually sat in my chest had loosened. I left my office early, stopping at a florist for deep, velvet-red roses and a bottle of vintage red wine. Heading to Reed’s place, my heart was hammering against my ribs. I hadn't seen his home in ages, and I felt a strange mixture of nervousness and homecoming.When I got there I knocked. A moment later, the door creaked open.Reed stood there, looking tired but beautiful in a simple grey sweater. His eyes widened when he saw me.“Kane?” he breathed. “I… I didn't know you were coming.”“I wanted to surprise you,” I said, stepping inside. The air smelled like his cedar cologne and old books—a scent that had been absent from my life for far too long. I set the wine and flowers on the entryway table and closed the distance between us. I reached out, my hands cupping his face, my thumbs tracing the line of his cheekbones. He leaned into my touch, a sha
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours SETTLING THE SCORE
Professor Reed’s POVThe smell of Sarah’s cheap perfume still clung to my skin, and the memory of her forcing me to touch her made my stomach churn. I just wanted to get home, lock my doors, and scrub my skin until it was raw.My phone buzzed in my pocket.I pulled it out, expecting another terrible demand from Sarah. But the name on the screen made my heart skip a beat. It was Professor Kane.“Reed. We need to talk. Can we meet tonight and settle our scores once and for all?”I stared at the bright screen. Kane and I used to be more than just colleagues but we had not been close for a while. We had been drifting apart long before he walked into my office and caught me with Kendra. That incident was just the final crack in a foundation that had already been crumbling. We had been cold, distant, and professional for so long that I couldn't even remember the last time we had a real conversation.I missed him, though. I missed his voice and the way he looked at me. I took a deep breath a
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours CHIT CHAT
Kendra’s POV The walk back to the lecture hall felt strange. My legs were still shaky, my panties sticky and ruined. Every step sent a little reminder through my sore pussy — Reed’s thick cock, Clara’s eager tongue, the way the three of us had lost control in his office just minutes ago.I slipped
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours Dirty Choice
Kendra’s POV My heart was still hammering as I left the bathroom. Professor Kane’s words kept echoing in my head — low, filthy, and dangerously tempting. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers brushing under my skirt, the heat of his breath against my ear.I should have gone straight to Crimin
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours Dangerous Whispers
Kendra’s POV I walked through the campus gates with extra energy in my hips, the morning sun kissing my exposed thighs as my short plaid skirt danced with every step. Lena walked beside me, still looking slightly dazed and flushed from her wild weekend. I couldn’t stop smirking. My innocent best fr
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours GUILTY PLEASURES
Lena’s POV 🌸The apartment door clicked shut behind me just after 3:30 a.m. The sound felt impossibly loud in the silence. I stood in the dark living room for a long moment, heart still racing, legs unsteady beneath me.Cleo was asleep on the couch, curled into a tight ball with one arm hanging of
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