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'd walked Annie home the previous evening, though it was probably early morning before we'd reached her house. 'How do we play it at work?' She said as we walked slowly. She'd taken hold of my hand as we'd left my house, and I saw no reason to stop her. "Someone is bound to work it out." 'No fuss, I think, just act normally. If someone asks, then try not to blush. It's not like we spend all day together, is it?' 'No, tru...

This story started many years ago when my best friend and I began to become more inquisitive about sex. We found my friend's father's stash of erotic stories, and we would spend hours reading them. We would read them and head to our own homes, where I would whip my dick out and would jerk off for the rest of the night because it made me so hard. I later found out that my friend did the same. That was until one rainy day,...

As I raised my hand to knock on Professor O’Brien’s office door, the entrance was abruptly filled by Kenya Hamilton, the rush chairman of AKA. I recognized her from my intro psych class with O’Brien. Rumor had it that Kenya was weighing down the GPA of her sorority and was close to flunking out. She seemed to be in a hurry. I took a closer look as she pushed by. She was flattening her relaxed hair with her right hand and...

Reporting to her superior in Septagon necessitated her passage through a security checkpoint. Fortunately for Major Elaine Garcia, her rank bestowed upon her the rare privilege of completing the mandatory pat-down procedures in a private examination room, away from the prying eyes of male security personnels. A career servicewoman that she was, having navigated this mandatory security ritual countless times, she had becom...

My name is Leah, and I work for two of the most brilliant, dominating men I have ever met. And the icing on the cake, they are twins. They share everything, a business, a house, cars, and best of all, they shared me as their assistant. If they weren’t so damn sexy and attractive, they could easily be seen as weird for never branching out from the twin thing. But something was intriguing about their quirks, something abnor...

It was late, well after nine, when I finally rose from my desk. Carrying my bag, I stepped into the corridor and found Lucas waiting for me. All the other offices around us were quiet, their doorways dark. "You should have gone home hours ago," I told my assistant. At some point, he'd removed his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves. While I was bleary-eyed from exhaustion, Lucas looked as alert as he'd been first thing tha...

Chapter Forty-Five The next few weeks went by quickly. While there were a few moments here and there when Mac wanted to evict his sister, he had to admit that Grace’s idea to let Aislyn stay indefinitely was going much better than he had anticipated. She was casually dating Detective Andy Compton and actually doing a decent job of being an aunt to DJ, Mac’s oldest child. In fact, the longer Aislyn stayed, the more tolerab...

The company has organised an event to give employees an update on its annual performance. The presentation is nothing exciting, but it is time away from our desks and there will be free food and drinks afterwards – so it is always a well-attended event. After the event ends, a few of us head on to a nearby bar, merry with the alcohol. As the evening becomes late the crowd gradually thins out until eventually it is just yo...

I read the email for the hundredth time and still couldn't believe it. I had been offered a teaching role at a top college in the USA earning some serious money. Out of all the candidates, over 100 based all over the world, they had selected me and I was about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. The turnaround had been quick, I was starting in just a few weeks and enjoying the view out of the plane window on the fin...

The private room of the upscale steakhouse buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of background jazz. Mahogany walls glowed warm in the candlelight. Crystal goblets gleamed. And Charlotte sat near the end of the long table, legs crossed beneath her tight black pencil skirt, sipping a whiskey neat—her drink of choice when she wanted to feel powerful. She’d been Benjamin Holt’s personal assistant for five...