LOGINJulianJulianFriday night in Manhattan usually means people are either carving out time for their families or blowing off steam over a couple of heavy drinks with friends. Me? I’m buried alive in my office at the firm, staring down a blinding spreadsheet, trying to compile and sort through the list of logistics workers who have been paid and the ones who haven’t, alongside a stack of new applications that just hit my desk.The silence in the room is suffocating, but it matches the emptiness waiting for me at home. I have the entire house to myself this weekend. Genevieve is off on another one of her sudden business trips. Honestly, it’s only a matter of time before she and I finally call the breaks on whatever the hell it is we’re still doing, but she doesn't seem to want to let me go just yet. So, I do what I always do when the walls start closing in: I work. I work way later than usual, tracking rows of numbers until well after eight o’clock, just waiting for the city to quiet down
Marcus I reach down, popping her breast completely out of the lace cup of her bra and immediately sucking her dark nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. “Would you have done it?”I lift her skirt, bunching the fabric around her waist. The panties she slipped on this morning after I had her for breakfast are sexy as fuck, but they’re in my way. I grip the thin lace sides and ruthlessly rip them apart, stuffing the shredded fabric into my suit pocket. I refuse to lose connection with her for even a second to take them off properly.“I liked those,” she pants, her voice tight.“So did I.”Her thighs tighten like a vise around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back. She’s trying to line her center up with my erection, but she’s just an inch out of reach to accomplish it.“You didn't answer my question,” I continue, reaching between our bodies to find her absolutely soaking wet. Her breath hitches violently as my fingers slide over her drenched clit.“Remind me... wh
MarcusJulian watches me closely through narrowed eyes, his gaze tracking every micro-expression on my face. It takes every single ounce of my legendary corporate restraint not to clench my jaw, not to give away even a fraction of a reaction to the way Sarah is expertly devouring my cock under the desk.She’s blowing me with a level of enthusiasm that is downright lethal. It’s a miracle I’m still standing—or rather, sitting straight—while my ex-business partner stands three feet away. I’m honestly shocked she isn't making a single gagging sound with how deeply she’s taking all of me down her throat.“You’ll tell her I stopped by?” Julian asks, his voice steady as he turns his gaze out toward the sprawling skyline behind me.“I don’t see the reason for it,” I reply, keeping my tone perfectly flat, completely detached. “From the way she’s spoken, the two of you are entirely over, Julian. It doesn’t seem like she has any desire to speak to you.”As if she’s actively nodding in agreement
SarahI don't need a second invitation. I run my tongue slowly up the length before burying him inside my mouth. I open my throat, taking every single inch he gives me, fighting the natural instinct to gag as he stretches my jaw completely.His fingers instantly tangle into my hair, his grip tight and anchoring as he gently guides my pace. “You suck this cock so fucking well, baby,” he hits out through clenched teeth, his hips twitching slightly. He swallows hard, his jaw tight. “That’s it. Gag on it for me.”I let out a muffled moan, completely drunk on the power of having him at my mercy. I’m swirling my tongue around the head when a sudden, aggressive knock rattles the office door.I freeze, my heart stopping. Marcus curses colorfully, his hand instantly tightening on my scalp to keep me from moving.“Busy!” he barks toward the door, his voice lethal.“Like I give a shit,” a familiar, arrogant voice cuts through the wood.My eyes snap up to Marcus, wide with sheer panic. Julian.Ju
SarahTo: Sarah KaneFrom: Marcus KaneBaby, I’d be upset by how sweet my coffee tastes this morning, but I don’t know if it’s from you adding a bit of the West Coast to it or because the taste of your sweet pussy still coats my tongue from this morning. Either way, I don’t hate it. Sincerely, The man who is dying to bend you over his desk and take you again after watching you walk around in that skirt all damn day.I stare at my computer screen, reading the message three times while pressing my thighs tightly together to stifle the sudden, violent wave of arousal. My fingers hover over the keys as I try to form a coherent response, my face burning.I look up across the room. From my side of the massive, glass-walled conference room, I can see Marcus sitting at the head of the table. He looks entirely unbothered, calmly adjusting his cuffs while the board members around him are locked in a heated debate about regional logistics. They look furious; I just feel hot, soaked, and utterly
SarahMy breath catches in my throat. I’ve never met a man who can string together the sweetest, most romantic concepts and the absolute filthiest demands in the exact same breath. It’s a terrifying talent. I am literally melting into a puddle at his feet.“You have exactly two seconds to turn around and grab your things before I say fuck it and throw you over my shoulder,” he warns, his jaw tensing. “I’m pissed at you for even thinking you wouldn’t be joining me tonight. If you don't move fast, baby, I’ll drag you back to my room myself and make you pay for every second you wasted.”I let out a tiny, high-pitched yelp, instantly spinning around and taking the stairs two at a time. My clit is throbbing a frantic rhythm against my underwear. The ridiculous thing is, his threats never actually feel like threats. They feel like a promise.And for some twisted, chaotic reason... I suddenly want to make him wait. I want to see exactly how solid his patience is when it comes to me.“I’ll be
MarcusSarah’s beauty is as equally captivating as it is frustrating.As Margo fusses over one of the many outfits she’s tried on, I continue to pretend to focus on my phone. Sitting in this dressing room while Sarah plays dress-up is the last thing I should be doing right now. I’ve got a never-end
JulianThe door clicked shut behind Sarah.Julian stood frozen, one hand still gripping the back of the chair like it was the only thing keeping him upright. On the table, steam still curled lazily from the plate of Jollof rice and suya she had prepared. The smell filled the kitchen — rich, spiced
Sarah “How much did you take, Sarah?” Julian’s voice was low and flat, stripped of anything warm. He stood on the other side of the kitchen table like a stranger wearing her husband’s face. Sarah’s hand moved instinctively to her stomach. The folded medical report in her purse suddenly felt like
Sarah The elevator chimed softly as it reached the ground floor, but Sarah didn’t move immediately. For a few seconds, she just sat there, shaking, her tears falling freely now, her world rearranging itself into something unrecognizable. Then, slowly, she pushed herself up. By the time the doors







