The office lights dimmed. Everyone gone. Just us, hearts racing in the silence. I’d felt his eyes all day. Burning into my neck, my back, my ass. My skin prickled. Nipples hardened under my blouse. I pretended to work, but my pussy throbbed. Fear mixed with hunger. This was it. No turning back. He stood…
The examination room smelled of antiseptic and fresh gel. Heart hammering, I lay on the cold table, Morgane, 35, married mom, secretary to my gastro boss. Finistère chill outside, but inside, sweat beaded my skin. He’d tested the new 3D ultrasound on my belly first. Pulled up my top, down my pants. String peeked, bra…
Dim underground parking. Echoes of distant engines. Lili’s car trunk swings open. Two suitcases stare back. My heart slams. She’s leaving him. For me. No words needed. Our lips crash. Hungry. Desperate. Tongues tangle. Her hands claw my shirt. Mine grip her waist. Fear twists in my gut—anyone could walk by. But her eyes burn….