All Chapters of Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I didn't even apologize.When my bumper tapped his Mercedes at the red light, I rolled down my window with absolutely no remorse. The thing about being a successful divorce attorney is that you learn to recognize power plays immediately, and this man—whoever he was—was definitely trying to establish dominance over a minor fender bender.My name is Victoria, and I'm thirty-four years old. I own my own law firm. I've spent the last decade making men in expensive suits bend to my will in courtrooms, and I sure as hell wasn't going to defer to some venture capitalist with a luxury car and an attitude."That was your fault," I said when he approached my window, not bothering to look up from my phone."Excuse me?" His voice was sharp, commanding, the kind of tone most people would find intimidating.I finally looked up at him. He was tall, probably six foot three, with dark hair and sharp features. He was wearing an expensive suit and had the kind of bearing that suggested he was accustomed

His pace remained slow and deliberate, and I realized with frustration that he was right. This was more controlling than any aggressive fucking could have been. This forced me to feel every sensation, every movement, every moment of connection.I was building toward another orgasm, despite having just climaxed twice."Please," I found myself saying. "Go faster.""No," he said simply. "You don't get to set the pace. I do."His pace remained frustratingly slow, and the tension was building unbearably. My hands gripped the sheets, my body arching toward him, desperate for more intensity."I know what you need," he said. His hand moved between us, finding my clit, and he began rubbing it in firm circles while maintaining his slow, deep pace.The dual sensation—his slow penetration combined with the firm stimulation of my clit—was overwhelming.I came without warning, my entire body convulsing around him."That's it," he said, still maintaining his slow pace through my orgasm. "This is wha

He kissed me then, and unlike my initial kiss, this one was intentional. His hands immediately moved to my waist, pulling me against him, and I could feel his arousal pressing against my stomach despite his clear reservations about the whole situation."This is crazy," he murmured against my mouth."Completely crazy," I agreed, pulling back just enough to lift my gym shirt over my head.I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The realization hit him, and his eyes widened slightly."You planned this," he said. It wasn't a question."I planned for it to be easy to remove my clothes if the opportunity presented itself," I said. "I came to the gym tonight specifically hoping you'd be here."He looked conflicted—like he was having a moral crisis in real time."Jesus," he said, running his hand through his hair. "You can't just—you can't plan something like this and expect a guy to be okay with it.""I expect you to be conflicted," I said calmly. "I expect you to feel like this is wrong. And I e

I'd been assigned to work with Daniel for three weeks, and in those three weeks, I'd managed to convince myself that what I felt was professional admiration and not attraction.It was a lie. A good lie, but a lie nonetheless.My name is Cassandra, and I'm a project manager for a mid-sized tech company. I'm thirty-one years old, divorced once, and I've learned that mixing business with pleasure is the fastest way to destroy a career. So I maintained strict boundaries. Professional distance. Appropriate demeanor.Except when I was alone with Daniel.He was the head of our IT department—brilliant, quiet, and completely inaccessible. He had the kind of intelligence that made other people seem dim by comparison, and he carried himself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how valuable his skills were.He was also exactly seven years younger than me, which meant he probably saw me as some older woman who barely understood how computers worked.Today, we were supposed to be working

His pace increased gradually, still controlled but becoming more aggressive. His hand moved to grip one of my breasts, cupping it, his thumb brushing across my nipple.I was building toward another orgasm, the pleasure mounting with each deep thrust."Please," I gasped. "I need you to let me come. I need to climax.""Not yet," he said. "I'm going to build this slowly. I'm going to make you desperate for release. I'm going to make you understand that you're completely mine now."He pulled out suddenly, and I felt empty, desperate for him to return."Why did you stop?" I gasped."Because I want you in a different position," he said. "I want you to face the wall. I want to take you like that."I flipped around, my hands bracing against the wall, my ass in the air, completely vulnerable and exposed.He positioned himself behind me and pushed inside in one smooth motion.This angle was different—deeper, hitting spots inside me that made me gasp with each thrust.His pace was immediately ag