Wet Desires:{Erotica Collections} novel Taking Her Sister’s Husband’s Cock (I)

Bianca had always watched Carlos Williams from behind his office glass door, teeth clenched, thighs tight, wanting what she was never supposed to want. He was her cold, ruthless, untouchable billionaire boss. And her sister’s husband. The man who ruled boardrooms with a glare and gave his loyalty to no one but family, especially Sarah, his wife.

She watched how his shirt hugged that broad, hard chest, how his jaw flexed when he was pissed. But it was the way he looked at her when no one else was around that wrecked her, like he was thinking about bending her over his desk and shoving his cock inside her pussy so deep she’d forget her own name. It wasn’t sweet. It was filthy. And it made her pussy throb like she already belonged to him.

Bianca was Carlos secretary. She got the job because of her sister, his fucking wife. It was pure nepotism, soaked in guilt. But that didn’t stop the thoughts.

Carlos, on the other hand, had been testing Bianca’s limits for weeks, brushing close, giving orders in that deep, commanding voice, staring too long when no one else was watching. And she let him. Worse, she wanted him.

She thought about him fucking her all the time. Spread across his desk, taking him deep, moaning his name while her sister’s picture sat on the wall, watching.

It made her feel sick. Dirty. Like a whore without shame. But she kept thinking about it anyway, because she wanted it more than she’d ever admit.

Carlos had told Bianca to bring him a couple of files a few minutes ago. Now, here she was, hesitating at his office door.

She took a breath, opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind her.

The office was quiet. It was already past eight, which meant almost everyone at the company had gone.

She walked towards his desk with the files in her hands, spine straight, skirt too tight, eyes burning with the kind of need she didn’t want to name.

“Here are the files,” Bianca spoke up.

Carlos sat in his chair, his eyes fixed on the tablet in his hand. He didn’t look up.

“Put it on the desk,” he muttered.

She dropped the file on his desk, but she didn’t leave. She just stood there. Carlos finally raised his head and looked at her, then stood and walked around the desk slowly, like a predator.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?” he asked, voice smooth, dark.

Bianca’s breath hitched. She opened her mouth, but no words came.

He stepped closer to her, placed his hand on her hip, and began brushing it with his thumb.

“You’re too fucking tempting, Bianca. And you know it.”

“What are you doing? Your wife is my sister…” Bianca whispered, more to herself.

He chuckled, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her against his body.

“Then be a good sister and keep a secret.”

His lips were on hers before she could protest. His kiss wasn’t soft. It was filthy, claiming, like he owned her mouth the way he owned everything else.

Bianca’s body betrayed her instantly. She melted into his hold, gripping his shirt as her thighs clenched.

Her sister’s face flashed through her mind. The woman she was betraying with every breath and she still couldn’t stop.

“You’re wet already, aren’t you?” he growled against her lips, sliding his hand up her inner thigh. “I barely touched you, and you’re fucking soaked.”

She whimpered, pressing against him.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you…”

“And now you don’t have to.” Carlos’s voice dropped. “I’m going to fuck you on this desk. You’re not leaving until you’ve screamed my name.”

And she didn’t argue. She was too far gone. Too turned on. Too obsessed.

His hands were already on her hips, dragging her forward across the smooth glass surface of his desk until her thighs hit the edge. Her breath hitched as his fingers moved under her skirt, bunching it up around her waist with no hesitation.

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