Chapter 1: Sparks in the Fucking Office
The office at Harper & Stone was a goddamn pressure cooker of bullshit deadlines and fucking corporate nonsense, but for Riley and Sasha, it was a fucking playground of forbidden desire. Both thirty, both sharp as fucking razors, and both sick of the dickhead suits who thought they ran the damn place. Riley, with her piercing green eyes and a smirk that could fucking kill, was the marketing lead. Sasha, all dark hair and dangerous curves, handled PR with a bitchy wit that could shred any asshole in a boardroom. They’d been circling each other for months, trading barbs and goddamn loaded glances over shitty coffee in the break room.
“Fuck me, Sasha, did you see that prick Johnson’s presentation? Absolute fucking garbage, the cunt didn’t even proofread his slides,” Riley spat, leaning against the break room counter, her tight pencil skirt hugging her ass like a second goddamn skin.
Sasha smirked, stirring her coffee with a slow, deliberate fucking motion, her eyes locked on Riley’s. “Yeah, that cunt’s a walking disaster. Bet the fucker couldn’t find his own dick with a map, let alone impress anyone. But you, you fucking owned that meeting, you sexy bitch. Got me all kinds of distracted, you cunt.”
Riley raised a brow, stepping closer, the air between them crackling with goddamn tension. “Oh, you think I’m a distracting cunt, do you? Careful, Sasha, I might just fucking show you how much of a cunt I can be.”
“Bring it, you hot fucking cunt,” Sasha shot back, her voice low and dripping with challenge. “I’ve been dying to see what kind of shit you’re hiding under that bitchy exterior. Bet you’re a real fucking tease, aren’t you, cunt?”
They were inches apart now, the shitty fluorescent lights buzzing above them, the smell of cheap-ass coffee mixing with the heat of their goddamn breath. Riley’s hand brushed Sasha’s hip, a fucking electric jolt shooting through them both. “You’ve got no fucking idea, you filthy cunt. I’d have you begging for more in this damn break room if I didn’t think some asshole would walk in on us, the fucking cunts.”
Sasha’s laugh was pure fucking sin, her fingers trailing up Riley’s arm. “Fuck that, let those cunts watch. I’d eat you alive right here, you gorgeous fucking cunt. Bet your pussy’s already wet just thinking about it, isn’t it, you dirty bitch?”
Riley’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening with raw, fucking hunger. “You’re damn right, you cock-hungry cunt. I’m dripping for you, and I’m not some shy little fuck. You wanna play, Sasha? Let’s take this shit to the storage room and fuck like the horny cunts we are.”
They didn’t waste another goddamn second, slipping out of the break room and down the hall, cursing under their breath at every fucking cunt who might catch them. The storage room door slammed shut behind them, the air thick with the smell of dusty files and their own fucking need. Sasha shoved Riley against a shelf, her hands greedy as fuck, yanking at her blouse. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for months, you stunning cunt. Gonna make you cum so hard you forget every other fucking cunt in this shithole office.”
Riley grinned, fierce and fucking feral, her own hands sliding under Sasha’s skirt, finding her already wet as hell. “Talk’s cheap, you filthy fucking cunt. Show me what you’ve got, or I’ll take over and fuck you senseless myself, you horny bitch.”
Their mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongue, panting and sweating as they tore at each other’s clothes, the promise of an explosive fucking release just moments away, their bodies aching to be skin-to-fucking-skin, cunts ready to collide in a storm of raw, unapologetic lust.
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