I knew what the reputation at MacKay-Davenport was when I was hired on. My friend Lindsay told me all about it. The way she put it, we were eye-candy, part of an effort to make our office a place clients wanted to visit, and make the men we worked for look more successful. So we dressed the part. Professional enough, but sexy in a way that challenged any acceptable definition of office attire. We also had clear instructio...

I have gone completely mad. There is no other explanation. After having Oliver over to my house for some exquisite lovemaking, I was hooked like a smack addict might be. I wanted more of my seventeen-year-old student; more of his sex. I thought I could not live without his lips on me. The next day in school, we played it cool. Both of us knew what was bubbling under the surface, yet my words of caution were prominent in o...

Heather’s apartment always smelled like vanilla candles and whatever takeout they’d murdered the night before. Tonight it was Thai, and the empty containers were still scattered across the coffee table like casualties. One of her socks had a hole in the toe; the burgundy polish on that foot was chipped to hell. She had her legs kicked up on the table, heel nudging the last inch of Casa Dragones so hard the bottle wobbled....

The sun dipped low over the turquoise waves of Santorini, painting the whitewashed cliffs in hues of molten gold and crimson. Kevin and Moira had arrived that afternoon, their suitcases still half-unpacked in the airy villa perched on the caldera's edge. It was their first real holiday in years—no kids, no work emails pinging at all hours, just the two of them reclaiming the spark that had flickered but never quite died i...

Chapter 45: Infiltration Dave’s grip on Liki’s hand tightened, his knuckles whitening as he fought the urge to yank her back down the hallway. His heart pounded in his chest, dread pooling in his stomach. The perfect set-up, he thought. Lure us to an underground room with no other exit, eliminate us without a scene. But why? Why now? It doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense. Liki’s small hand squeezed back, her nai...

It was my last business meeting before going home. I’m an area Sales Manager, and a pub in London had been having some delivery difficulties, so it was my job to try to get this resolved. I didn’t anticipate any real problems and as the bar was between my office and the railway station, I was happy to walk there and hopefully head home early. All I was interested in was making sure I was at the correct place as this was a...

At a lonely truckstop, Tess and Byron collide in a fiery reunion of raw desire and dominant passion, igniting a night filled with fierce intimacy and new promises. Secrets unfold behind closed doors as boundaries are pushed and identities embraced. The truckstop was a haven for weary travelers, its dimly lit interior a stark contrast to the harsh fluorescent lights of the highway. It was just past midnight, and the air wa...

The radiator hissed like an angry cat, spitting steam against the peeling wallpaper. Alice traced a finger through the condensation on the windowpane, watching the raindrops chase each other down the glass. Thirty-two felt heavier than she’d imagined. The thick envelope lay unopened on the coffee table beside cold tea—final proof that Mark was someone else’s problem now. Three years of sleeping alone in a bed meant for tw...

Both couples had separate agendas the next day—Nolan and Rebecca explored the city outside the resort, while Guy and Meagan hit the spa for massages. It was unspoken recovery time after the previous day's activities, as their bodies recuperated and prepared for more. By evening, they reconvened for dinner at the main restaurant, the air thick with the scent of salt and grilled seafood. As the entrées were carried away and...