Emily's Burning Desire
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Chapter 27
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 27 - In the sultry shadows of desire, innocent Emily lusts after her roommate's hunky boyfriend, igniting a wildfire of forbidden passion. One drunken night unleashes a torrent of ecstasy as she's ravished by his massive cock, but it's only the beginning.
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Emily killed it instantly, her heart hammering as she glanced guiltily at Tyler, hunched over his desk. He didn’t so much as twitch. She exhaled in quiet relief.
“Sorry, swamped with work. And Zoe’s back from her trip, right? Let’s not message anymore.”
The words clawed at her insides, but she hit send, resolute.
On Chris’s end, he stared at the screen, a storm of resentment brewing in his eyes.
Only when the phone dimmed did he snap out of it, swallowing the surge of emotion before shoving open the bedroom door.
Zoe rustled through papers in the bedroom, the sound frantic.
Tyler had shipped her off on that out-of-town gig, which sounded glamorous and easy on paper, but as a parachuted-in exec with no real pull, she’d faced endless sabotage from colleagues. Days of chaos had worn her down, and she was thrilled to be back.
“Why isn’t Emily coming back? What’s going on with her?”
Chris cut straight to it, freezing Zoe mid-sort. She scowled, her face souring instantly.
“Emily? Oh, she’s doing just fine! Caught the eye of our big boss! Playing full-time mistress these days!”
Zoe flashed a red-lipped smirk to hide her own jealousy, her voice dripping acid as she trashed Emily without mercy. “That little slut’s all about the cash. Designer shit everywhere, swinging the newest LV bag like it’s nothing!”
Chris’s brow furrowed. Zoe mistook it for outrage at the story, and a smug thrill lit her up inside.
She swept the cluttered files aside, locking eyes with his stormy gaze. Her manicured nails trailed seductively over her plump lips, her tongue darting out to wet the corner with a glossy swipe.
With him this riled, it was the perfect moment to reel him back in.
Thinking fast, she reached for his wrist, guiding his hand to cup her breast fully, popping open her blouse buttons and pressing his palm against her soft mound while batting her lashes at him invitingly.
Chris shot her a cold look. After tasting Emily’s perfect pussy, Zoe held zero appeal. He shoved her away just as she lunged closer, nearly climbing him.
Then his eyes narrowed; he wasn’t one to be played. Something felt off, and he pinned her with a steely glare. “Emily’s sweet and straightforward. How the hell does she suddenly land in the boss’s bed? Did you pull some strings to set it up?”
It was phrased as a question, but his tone left no doubt: he knew.
Zoe, smug just seconds ago, faltered, her eyes darting. “What are you talking about, babe? How would I know Tyler’s type?”
Her evasive flinch gave her away to the man who knew her inside out; no amount of backpedaling could save the lie.
Chris pieced it together in a flash, his gaze turning faintly disgusted, his voice sharpening to a growl. “You’d better get Emily back here fast. Or we’re done.”
Chris was her biggest ticket out of mediocrity; the breakup threat hit like a gut punch. She shook her head frantically.
“What? Chris! How can you say that to me?”