He’s in his office, lights low, one hand around a glass of bourbon, the other lazily flipping through emails he doesn’t care about. Tie undone. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Completely relaxed. That lasts about ten more seconds. Because I walk in. No knock. No warning. Just lingerie—black, barely-there. One strap falling off my shoulder. Skin glowing. Confidence dripping from every step. I cross the room like it’s mine, becaus...

Jack's enjoying his new office surroundings after recently getting promoted to C-suite: corner office with a view of the river, plush furniture, a dream come true after years of laboriously climbing the corporate ladder. Still relatively young at 48, in great shape, full of testosterone, and sporting a nice, thick eight-inch cock, Jack's more than ready to assume his new responsibilities. And he's so ready to take on fuck...

Chapter Three: The Team The conference room was technically a supply closet with a window — but it had a table, four mismatched chairs, and one working outlet. Which, in Zara’s eyes, made it the beating heart of an empire-in-progress. She arrived last, coffee in hand, heels unapologetically loud against the polished concrete floor. She offered no excuse for her lateness. Power, after all, was a matter of pace. Gia was alr...

Prologue “What’s this really about, Kevin?” Darren asked, eyes narrowing over the rim of his water glass. Kevin smiled — a little too innocently. “What do you mean?” “You don’t spring for lunch at a place like this just to catch up. So cut the small talk. What’s going on?” There was a brief pause as Kevin mentally rehearsed his pitch one last time. Then he leaned forward, lowering his voice just enough to signal discretio...

Evan Brooks arrived just after eight. Which, according to the file, was two hours before anyone else at Clarity Holdings, Inc. usually rolled in—unless there was an espresso giveaway or a cryptocurrency drop. The lobby was tall, glossy, and trying very hard to impress someone’s venture capitalist uncle. Steel beams. Polished stone. A reception desk shaped like a lowercase “c.” It looked like success, the kind you could le...

The office was quiet after five, the usual hum of keyboards and phones replaced by the low click of high heels on marble. Camille adjusted her blouse as she walked back to her desk, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing — how her hips swayed in that tight pencil skirt, how her white shirt clung just enough to hint at the curve of her breasts beneath. And she knew Spencer was watching. He...

Previously in Chapter  1  Tanvi and Shaurya’s married life in Seattle appears calm, intimate, and fulfilling. But beneath the surface, Tanvi is unraveling—haunted by a restless ache she can’t ignore. Her growing fascination with Reid, a quietly commanding coworker, stirs dangerous cravings that Shaurya’s love and passion can’t fully satisfy. Despite her guilt, Tanvi’s fantasies deepen, her body betraying her loyalties—and...

Tony had been stressed and under pressure for some time. Work was hard and he was missing his targets. We were heavily in debt and the annual bonus award decision was looming. In his early 50s, a change of career or even job was probably out of reach. I was really worried about him: Tony was short-tempered, putting on weight and withdrawing into himself. Our sex life, which at the best of times had been sporadic and vanil...