Content Note
Adults only. This is fictional workplace erotica intended for readers 18+. Contains sexual tension, power dynamics, and explicit themes in future installments.
Reminder! This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of my imagination or are used in a made-up way. Any likeness to real people, living or dead, or actual events is totally coincidental.
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Anatolia Vale
The morning after, we wake to the sound of hard rain battering against the bedroom window. We murmur sweet nothings after we exchange brief kisses, slowly easing ourselves back to the world of the living. I can’t speak for Cassian, but I had the most peaceful dreams, the remains of which keep my body glued to the warm sheets and my head pressed to the soft pillow. Just a few more minutes…
Cassian is the first to stir. He removes his arm from under me, then whispers he’s going to brew coffee. He says he’ll give me some time to wake up, and he’ll bring me a mug when it’s ready.
My back feels cold. He held me the entire night and through the morning.
Was it the right decision? To invite him over last night?
The memory of us pressed against the door flits through my mind, moans, skin against skin, my wet curls sticking to my neck, and I can barely get a breath as nerves pulses through my body. I press the palm of my hand over my pussy.
I groan. Something like a humming sensation passes over my body. My hand under the sheets, I slip my fingers inside my panties and play with my clit.
The bedroom door creaks open, and the coffee’s nutty aroma fills the room.
I freeze.
I should stop. I draw in air between my teeth as I get more excited. I need more.
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