He was under her desk. "What do you mean, I have a bad connection?" she said, staring at his ass. "It won't fit." "I thought it was software," she said unbuttoning her blouse. "No, it's hardware," he said turning around. She spreads her legs, he grows har...
This time of year, the early morning sunlight streams through my bedroom window, and unfortunately, I forgot to close the heavy drapes before I went to bed. As I walked toward the window to block the rays of sun that awoke me, I heard a car door close out...
“You didn’t hear? I put in my two weeks today…” Cassandra cocked her head to the side with a playful smile on her face. “Well, technically, I told them my two weeks’ notice was two weeks ago when Sabrina forgot to cover her own damn shift, and I had to un...
It was a little after seven on a Thursday evening when Brad appeared in my office doorway. I looked up at him in surprise. "I didn't know anyone else was here." "We're the last two left." Leaning against the doorframe, he folded his arms over his chest an...
For years, I admired her from a distance. Did she even know who I was? My heart pounded as she bent down to refill the copier paper. She glanced at me--her stare like daggers--I trembled in fear. Then she bent over and lifted her skirt. Her smile turned t...
Chapter Five Grace Remy Stewart was back in the saddle, and it felt really fucking good! Her return to work had improved her mood immensely. Though she was busier than ever trying to balance raising two kids under the age of two with being the COO of Stew...
2:15. Olivia urgently trotted on high heels. Her cocoa-colored thighs noisily slick from fuck-want. She latched the door on the "all-gender" and turned. Benjamin was already long and hard. “Only have 12 minutes!” he groaned as she grabbed the sink and lif...
We were running late. Again. It was Friday, the night of the traditional end-of-contract office party that my boss always threw to celebrate the team's hard work, and we were late for my own party. Again. We arrived at the hotel in London in good time on...
I'd been promoted to branch manager a few years ago and was very successful in that role. I prided myself highly on the output of my branch. I'd taken a new approach when interacting with my subordinates. While my predecessor used fear tactics to persuade...
I walked into my former boss, Ms. Pouvoir’s office without a knock or permission at 1:00. Her body immediately tensed at the affront someone would enter her domain without explicit permission, even though our appointment had been set an hour earlier. “Clo...
The force of nature blew past me with the anger and intensity of a level-five hurricane. The storm’s name is Ms. Pouvoir, the tyrannical Vice President of Marketing. Unlike most storms, no first name or other signs of disrespect were tolerated. She comman...
I reached for a Post-it. Where the hell are my Post-its? I left my office and walked down the hall to the office supplies closet. I slipped inside and closed the door. I flipped the light switch and nothing happened. I flipped it again and again to no ava...
"Ah, Marian. I'd like you to meet my daughter. This is Karen. She's going to be practicing her executive skills with the company for an indefinite period." Jeremy Bates had dropped by the office of Mrs. Wintergreen on a slow afternoon, with a beautiful st...
I went to see Chris late in the day when I knew most of the offices around his would be empty. You know that saying about feeling as if your heart is in your throat? That's exactly how I felt approaching his open door. I was showing up outside of his sche...
It’s a guilty pleasure knowing that the words flowing out of my mind, through my fingers, and onto the screen produce a certain titillation that keeps readers coming back for more. That feeling of turning a person on with my decadent imagination is powerf...
