Temptation Haven: Dirty Little Secrets

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Lily gripped the edge of the conference table, her knuckles white as Vance Ashford slammed his thick c**k deep into her dripping, wet p***y.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the office with every powerful thrust.

He fisted her hair and yanked her head back hard, his lips brushing her ear.

“You like that, you little slut? Like getting f****d by your boss?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, the word slipping out from her mouth, shamelessly. “Yes, Mr. Ashford, f**k me harder. Please!”

“That’s what I’m doing, you greedy little w***e,” he growled, grinding his hips against her ass.

He pounded into her so violently her breasts bounced against the polished wood and her eyes rolled back.

This was exactly what she’d craved since the first day she laid eyes on him, being used like a filthy office toy.

Without warning, Vance pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her down onto her knees. His throbbing c**k hovered over her face. With a guttural groan, he stroked himself once, twice, then exploded.

Thick ropes of hot c*m painted her face, her lips, and her t**s. Lily kept her eyes closed as it dripped down her skin, some landing on her heaving breasts.

“f**k,” he cursed, stepping back and leaning against the desk to catch his breath.

Still on her knees, Lily scooped some of his c*m off her chest with two fingers and slowly sucked them clean, staring up at him with hooded eyes. She licked her lips, savoring the salty taste.

“s**t… that was intense,” she whispered, voice husky. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”

Vance smirked. “Get the f**k out of my office.”

She loved this part. Being treated like a dirty little rag he could use and discard. Her legs trembled as she stood, walked to the private bathroom, cleaned up, and straightened her clothes.

When she returned, Vance was already dressed and seated behind his desk like nothing had happened. Lily picked up the files she’d originally come for, her cheeks still flushed.

“Should I prepare the report for tomorrow?” she asked.

“Yes.” His eyes stayed on his screen for a moment before he called out, “Lily.”

She stopped at the door and turned back.

“Yes, sir?”

“Come here.”

Her p***y clenched at the commanding tone in his voice. She swayed her hips as she approached the desk.

“Take off your panties.”

Heart racing, Lily set the files down, hiked up her skirt, and slid her soaked panties down her legs. She handed them to him. Vance brought the lace to his nose and inhaled deeply, groaning.

“I’m going to f**k you so hard tomorrow,” he promised, his voice low and dark. “Now get the f**k out and finish your work.”

Lily pulled her skirt back down, gave her ass a teasing wiggle as she walked away, and left his office.

Mr Brandon was waiting just outside. His gaze lingered on her for a heated second before he stepped past her into Mr. Ashford’s office.

Back at her desk, Lily opened her drawer, grabbed her small vibrator, and slipped it into her still-wet p***y. She turned it on the lowest setting, just enough to keep her aching and dripping while she worked.

By the time she finished for the day, she had quietly c*m four times.

She went back to Mr. Ashford’s office to check if he needed anything before close. Mr. Brandon was still there. His eyes dragged over her body like a slow caress as she entered.

“Mr. Ashford, the board meeting tomorrow, should I keep it at eight or move it to nine?”

“Move it,” Vance said without looking up from his laptop.

Mr. Brandon leaned back in his chair. “I like your secretary, Vance. You should invite her to your birthday celebration tomorrow night.”

Vance glanced at her. “Would you like to come?”

"Of course, sir." Lily replied, realizing how desperate she sounded, she cleared her throat before adding. "I’m free Friday night.”

“Good.” He pointed to some photos on the desk. “Put these in the drawer.”

Lily bent over to open the drawer beside her. As she did, Mr. Brandon’s hand came down in a firm smack on her ass. She was startled and shot him a look. He simply winked at her

While Vance didn’t seem to notice. Lily’s cheeks burned, she knew Brandon was married. She quickly finished and left without another word.

The next day went exactly as promised. Vance f****d her twice, and more before they left the office, then drove her straight to his luxurious penthouse for the surprise birthday party.

The room was already full of rich socialites.

The moment Vance walked in, balloons exploded everywhere and the crowd cheered, “Happy birthday, Vance!”

Lily hovered near the corner with a martini, feeling out of place among the elite. Her eyes kept drifting to Mr. Brandon across the room.

He looked devastating in his tailored suit, thirty-two, sleek brown hair, sharp jawline. His wife, a beautiful petite blonde, stood beside him chatting with guests. But Brandon’s gaze kept finding Lily. The corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smirk.

She told herself she wasn’t interested. She didn’t f**k married men. She was here for Vance and he was the only man who she would let screw her.

Needing a moment to herself, Lily slipped into the restroom to fix her lipstick.

As she turned to leave, the door opened, and Mr. Brandon stepped inside.

“Good evening, Lily.” The man greeted as he closed the door behind him.

Lily gulped.

Lily took a nervous step back, forcing a shaky smile. “Good evening, Mr. Brandon. This is the women’s restroom. I think the men’s restroom is down the second hallway that way.”

Mr. Brandon smiled, his eyes slowly dragging over her body.

“I know. I wasn’t looking for the men’s bathroom. I was looking for you.” He licked his lips and stepped closer. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for some time now. If you’re up for it.”

“I… I should get back to the party,” Lily said, her voice unsteady.

He stared at her for a long moment, the smile fading from his face, then he stepped aside.

“Okay. Go ahead.”