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Date Night

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A collection of steamy, one shot, short stories guaranteed to have you clenching your thighs together. This is not for the faint hearted and reader discretion is advised! These stories will feature explicit sex, BDSM and foul language - no apologies - you have been warned! Experience dating in all its various guises - from exhilarating first dates to couples trying to reignite that fire. Come and discover the lengths some will go to for the perfect date and find out what date night means to those who like to walk on the wild side... There are no rules when it comes to date night...

Cordelia Monroe
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Ruined Date

Thea’s online date is ruined by her sexy boss, but things turn out better than she could ever have hoped... A HEA short with super steamy scenes, spanking and a little light dominance.

Thea couldn’t stop checking the clock above her desk. It was a fairly redundant action since the time was clearly visible in the bottom right corner of her computer screen, but her excitement about that evening had her anxiously glancing up every few minutes to the point her neck was actually starting to ache from the back and forth.

Calm your tits, Thea!

In just under half an hour she planned to leave work, rush home and get ready for what was to be her first effort in online dating, or to be precise, online fucking, because neither she nor her intended date were looking for more than casual fun. She had been celibate since ending things with her ex-boyfriend a year earlier and enough was enough. Mr Right hadn’t come calling so she was seeking Mr Fuck Right.

RugbyBoy32 was a twenty-five-year-old male in her local area that she had been matched with based on the fact they were the same age, single, looking for sex without limits and both liked Jurassic Park. Okay, so the new app she’d downloaded, Brief Sparks, wasn’t exactly Elite Singles, but she wasn’t looking for a long-term connection. She just wanted to find someone to sweep away the cobwebs. He only knew her by SweetCandy666 which had been a piss-take on her part when her best friend Lacey had convinced her to sign up for the app.

“Miss Thornton?” asked a deep voice, sending chills down her spine.

Her boss, Gavin Fulkirk. An absolute fucking cunt if there ever was one.

“Yes Mr Fulkirk?” she said brightly, swivelling in her office chair to find him immediately behind her so she was forced to crane her neck to look up at his dominating figure.

The worst thing about Gavin was that he was a sarcastic asshole, the second worse thing was that he was hot as fuck and knew it. He was barely older than her and they had pretty much equal credentials, yet he was her manager on account of his dad owning the marketing firm they worked for.

It was Thea who had worked her ass off studying for three years to end up with the highest first-class honour’s degree in Management in the history of Warwick University. Whereas Gavin had dragged himself through his degree at Loughborough after a threat of disinheritance and still ended up with the same mark like the cocky fucker he was.

She realised he was glaring down at her and widened her eyes, fluttering her lashes slightly to be the dumb blonde he seemed convinced she was – it didn’t matter how she carried herself, he still thought she was all tits and no brains so why bother fighting it? “Sorry, did you say something?”

“I asked, Miss Thornton,” he said impatiently, the emphasis on her title dripping with sarcasm as if she’d lied when marking it on the employee application form, “where the mock-ups for the hotel re-launch are.”

“They’re with Mr Fulkirk Snr for checking,” she said, feigning ignorance as his eyebrows slammed down. “Should I have passed them to you first?” she asked innocently.

Gavin had control issues so he would often insist on her passing her work to him so he could then take it to his dad, no doubt passing her ideas off as his own and reaping the praise due to her. He told her it was so he could ensure quality but that was a crock of shit and they both knew it.

Her lips twitched as he narrowed his eyes at her and she fought against the giggle that wanted to bubble up and escape her mouth.

A moment later the giggle froze in place when Gavin dropped his face to hers, his hands gripping the arms of her office chair, pinning her to her seat. She was painfully aware of his scent as it engulfed her, the heady aroma of Paco Rabanne’s Invictus was hands down her favourite men’s cologne and he was oozing the stuff. That combined with his cobalt blue eyes that were inches from hers, gazing at her with a mixture of anger and lust had her panties soaked.

Don’t get sucked in! He’s a fucking prick.

“You know I like to check your work before it goes upstairs,” he murmured. The addition of his breath gently fanning her face, the scent of coffee familiar and warm, and that kissable full lower lip being sucked under his teeth and bitten as he finished talking were just icing on the cake that was a full-blown arousal.

Thea could feel her nipples hardening as they pressed almost painfully against her lace bra and she hoped he didn’t glance down because the bra was thin as fuck and her shirt wasn’t much better. She’d hate him to get the wrong idea. She was not into Gavin Fulkirk. No way. Nope. Not. Ever.

He smells fucking heavenly though.

“I must have forgotten,” she said, intending to sound snarky but barely whispering instead.

He arched one thick brown eyebrow and smirked.

“You don’t forget a thing Miss Thornton,” he said, his tone mocking. “It’s one of the things I like about you actually.”

She scoffed, unable to hold back her response. “I find it hard to believe there’s even thing you like about me Mr Fulkirk.”

He looked at her in surprise before releasing the arms of the chair and stepping back. The rush of air as he moved away made her frown and she realised with dismay that she missed the warmth and solidity of his body near hers.

What the actual fuck?

“In future,” he said coldly, “you report your work to me before it goes upstairs, understood? I wouldn’t want to be forced into a situation where I had to write you up and discipline you…”

Thea’s mouth was suddenly the Sahara Desert as he walked away, his final words ringing in her ears. Was he for real? Fuck. Gavin Fulkirk disciplining her was now an official bean flicking image that would get her through many cold nights. Hell, if her date didn’t do it for her, she could now easily picture her boss pounding away at her.

Thank you, Gavin!


At seven pm precisely Thea walked into the bar, deliberately early so she could watch for her date. Brief Sparks connected people through no more than a picture of their most desirable body part. Thea had posted a picture of her ankles as a nod to her favourite Victorian novels, RugbyBoy32 had posted his tongue complete with piercing. They had then both sent each other a full body picture and confirmed whether they wanted to hook up. Thea had been thrilled to receive a half-naked photo of a broad, stocky hunk with a shaved head and tattoos, and he’d seemed equally pleased with her – she’d sent a selfie of herself in a towel giving a flirty wink leaving him in no doubt as to her curves.

But still, she wanted to assess him with enough time to make up an excuse if she didn’t feel that fizzle of sexual desire course through her.

Like I did with Gavin.

She shook her head – where the fuck had that come from?

Propping herself up at the end of the bar with a clear view of the door, Thea ordered a white wine and used the mirror behind the bar to check herself out. She was happy enough with her choice of outfit, a cute black playsuit with a lace overlay that offered a decent view of her generous cleavage, black stilettos and bare legs. Her make-up was on point – lashings of mascara and a gentle flick of eyeliner helped frame her brown eyes, and sparkly nude gloss made the most of her lips. She’d clipped up half of her honey blonde locks since she hadn’t had time to straighten her hair, but the effect was a rather wholesome look she hoped RugbyBoy32 would eat up. Literally.

Her phone pinged to alert her to a new Brief Spark message, and she slid her finger across the screen to see her date’s ID.

On my way, held up with some mates.

Excellent. Clearly timekeeping wasn’t his thing. Still not arriving quickly might be a bonus later that night so she wasn’t too bothered. Thea drained her wine and ordered a coke, determined not to be too fuzzy before she even introduced herself.

“What are you doing sitting in a bar drinking coke on a Friday night?”

The felt her core clench at the timbre of the voice and she glanced irritably up at Gavin’s bemused face.

“Not that it’s any of your business but I’m on a date,” she snapped, reaching out to tap her debit card on the machine offered by the bartender.

“What kind of date has you buying your own drinks?” he asked, rolling his eyes. “And a soft one at that.”

“The kind that’s on his way, if you’ll excuse me,” she turned her body enough that she was facing away from Gavin but could still see the door.

“Is it a blind date?” he asked, ordering a glass of red wine.

She ignored him; her eyes still trained on the door.

“Or an ex-boyfriend you’re trying to rekindle the spark with?” he pressed, moving to stand in front of her.

“Can you move?”

He smirked. “I’ll move if you tell me about your date.”

“He’s hot as fuck and has more muscles than brain cells,” she snapped. “Happy now?”

“So, an ex?”

“No, Gavin!” she said exasperated. “Just a guy who I would like to meet without my boss hanging over me like some overprotective big brother.”

He frowned and muttered his next words. “Fuck that, more like his competition.”

She sucked in a breath.

Did he just say-?

“So how did you meet Mr Muscles?” Gavin asked, sipping his wine, one arm casually leaning on the bar.

Thea’s eyes slid from the doorway to him and she felt her heart rate accelerate. He really was ridiculously sexy if you liked the styled bad boy look – sexy, wavy brown hair that was so dark it was almost black in some lights, a jaw you could glass with and those damn lips… He’d taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt just enough that she could see dark brown hair on his tanned chest. She ran her tongue along her lips at the thought of it trailing down to his-

“Thea?” he said, his deep voice dropping lower. “Keep your tongue in your mouth love unless you want me to suck on it.”

Holy fuck!

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to put him in his place, but they were interrupted.

“Well hello gorgeous.”

Thea blinked and turned slightly to find RugbyBoy32 standing before her in blue jeans and a white shirt that clung to his muscles like it had been painted on.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hi,” he dimpled before his eyes slid to Gavin.

“Oh, this is just my boss. Shall we try and find somewhere to sit?”

He looked doubtful for a moment, his eyes sliding between her and Gavin as if he were trying to work out if it was worth pursuing her with another man sniffing around. After what seemed an inordinate amount of time his gaze flickered to her chest which was when he nodded.

“Sure, follow me.”

Thea slid from the barstool and murmured goodbye to Gavin, refusing to meet his eyes after that comment about sucking on her tongue. What the hell was he thinking? He hated her. And she hated him.

Don’t I?

“Here we go,” Mr Muscles was saying as they came across an empty table for two.

Ah fuck, now I’m calling him that!

“I’m Thea,” she said, offering her hand as she sat down.

He took it gingerly and shook it gently.


“Nice to meet you,” she said with a smile, but her heart was already dropping, his grip had been loose and lacking purpose. You could tell a lot by a man’s handshake and his was telling her that if she went home with him, he’d lay back while she did all the work and apologise for cumming first.

Strike one.

“So, what do you do?” Robbie asked before she could think up a question.

“I’m in marketing,” she said. “We put together strategies for new and existing businesses that are looking to expand their client base.”

“That’s cool,” he said.

“And you?”

“I manage the gym down on Wallis Avenue, the big twenty-four hour one.”

“Yeah? Do you like it?”

“It pays the bills,” he shrugged. “I like working out for free.”

Yes, you do. Maybe I can forgive strike one…

“That’s a good benefit.” She drained her coke and set the glass down. “Do you want a drink?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” he said, standing and turning towards the bar before weaving through the throng of people milling about.

Huh. Not even gonna ask me if I want another? I’d have bought you one. Strike two.

Thea had the familiar sinking feeling that this first date wasn’t ending with her screaming Robbie’s name.

“On your own again? This guy is crazy, I’d never leave you alone in a bar looking like that.”

Thea’s shoulders instantly tensed at Gavin’s familiar Scottish drawl and she looked up to give him a piece of her mind but was stopped as he placed a glass of white wine in front of her.

“What’s that?” she asked stupidly. “And looking like what?”

“Wine,” he said. “And you know you look like a fucking wet dream, Thea, don’t be coy.”

“I mean why are you buying me wine?”

“Because you looked thirsty and I’m not ready to cum down your throat yet,” he said drily, crouching down so they were eye to eye.

She felt her cheeks flush and as much as she wanted to say it was shock at his vulgarity, it wasn’t, it was because she found the idea appealing.

“You like the sound of that?” he murmured; his voice barely audible above the noise in the bar. “You’d like the taste I promise you that.”

“What are you doing?” she asked, her breath quickening as one of his arms draped across the back of her chair, the other resting on the table. “I’m on a date.”

“Yes, with the muscle-bound knob flirting with the barmaid,” he replied, rolling his eyes again. “You sure know how to pick ’em love.”

“Will you stop rolling your eyes at me, I’m not a fucking child,” she said, picking up her wine to take a long sip. “And don’t call me love, it’s fucking condescending.”

“Come home with me.”

“What!” she spluttered, slamming her glass down. “No! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I walked into the bar and saw you sitting there in that,” he said, his eyes trailing down her body. “Can you blame me? And I can’t stop thinking about how hard your nipples were when we talked earlier this afternoon, were you even wearing a bra today? I bet I could have dropped to my knees and sucked them right through your shirt.”


“You’re insane,” she breathed. “You don’t even like me.”

“I don’t have to like you to fuck you.”

The excitement that had building came crashing and she shook her head before giving a gentle snort of derision. “Actually, you do. Now, can you excuse me, my date is headed back.”

He glanced up and stood immediately before bending down to brush his lips across her ear, whispering his words for her only. “I’m going for a smoke, if you meet me before I finish in ten minutes, I’m taking you home.”

With that he was gone, and Robbie was back in front of her.

“Hey, was that your boss again?” he asked, frowning as he searched the crowd Gavin had vanished into.

“Uh yeah, sorry, he’s kind of a slave driver.” She sipped on her wine as Robbie proceeded to explain the hierarchy at his work that meant some nightmare asshole was always riding him for one reason or another. She tried to pay close attention, but her eyes kept sliding to her watch as each minute ticked by with thoughts of her riding her own boss.

2 minutes. I am not sneaking off to meet Gavin fucking Fulkirk.

“So, I’m equal with Tracey right, but she’s always gotta leave early because of her kids, so…”

5 minutes. What’s his plan - fuck me out on the balcony? No, fucking, thank you.

“And I am always covering for Terry…”

8 minutes. I’m not going.

“Sorry, I’m just going to freshen up,” Thea announced, interrupting some story about Terry and a goat. She stumbled away before Robbie could speak and headed straight for the toilets. At least, she thought she did but a minute later she found herself out on the smoker’s balcony feeling like a complete prick.

What am I doing? Gavin is a total fuckboy and he’s screwing me over at work. I should go back to Robbie, he’s fit, and his personality seems alright…

She sighed, knowing that there was really no spark with Robbie, he was good looking and probably a laugh, but she wanted someone who could make her body tremble with one look or a single touch.

“Where’s your date?”

Right on cue Gavin materialised before her, a lit cigarette in his mouth. Had he been outside the whole time? She hadn’t noticed him as she stepped through the doors. Her eyes flickered around the wide space and took in a few couples standing at the far left.

“I didn’t know you smoke,” she said, ignoring his question as she walked over to the right before leaning back against the rail.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” he said before sucking on the end of the cigarette.

“Like what?”

“Like how hard my cock is right now just thinking about pounding your pussy.” He took another long drag before stubbing the end in an ashtray on top of a litter bin.

“Is that supposed to get me hot and bothered?”

Because I fucking am.

“No,” he said, stalking towards her. “This is.” He used both hands to grab her face before he smashed his lips down on hers.

She opened her mouth in shock and he used the opportunity to sink his tongue inside, dominating her with long strokes of his powerful muscle. She moaned as one hand slid to the back of her neck while the other gripped her chin, both deepening the kiss until she was completely lost in him. Everything ceased to exist outside of the raging heat that was flickering in her core, building to an inferno as Gavin plundered her mouth in a rough, savage kiss.

When he pulled back his eyes looked as wide as hers felt and he shook his head as he murmured, “Fuck.”

“What was that?” she panted, leaning back to grip the balcony rail for support.

“Something I’ve wanted to do from the day you started at the office,” he said, moving to crowd her body with his, his hands trapping her for the second time that day as they closed around the balcony rail on either side of her body.

“You don’t even like me,” she whispered, her heart hammering.

He chuckled and the sound made her clench her thighs together. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, Gavin. You’re a total ass to me – if you’re not giving me sarcastic lip then you’re being outright rude to me.”

“You get the irony of your statement, right?”

She shook her head. “I am not the same.”

“Yes, you fucking are. I love that you’re a lippy bitch.”

I should not be turned on by that statement. FUCK!

“Classy,” she snapped. “Does that often get you into a woman’s panties? Calling her a bitch?”

“And how many times have you called me a cunt today?”


Okay, seven. No, ten.


He didn’t move from his position, pinning her against the railing and she was treated to his delicious scent once more. Her panties were well and truly soaked and she was clenching her core, needing some friction to do away with the longing that was building.

“Look, Gavin, this has been fun, but I need to get back to my date.”

“Are you going to tell him you just made out with your boss and you’re turned the fuck on?” he asked, his voice deadly serious.

“No, I am not!”

“Love you’re not leaving with him, you came out here because you want to come home with me.”

He snaked one arm around her waist and dropped the other to her ass before using both to pull her against his body. She found herself gasping at the hard planes of his large body but most particularly the solid part digging into her lower belly that caused a wave of need to floor her. She gripped his shoulders to steady herself.

“What are you doing?” she murmured as his hand fondled her ass, his fingertips sliding beneath the hemline of her playsuit that sat at the top of her thighs just under her ass.

“Tell him you won’t be going anywhere with him,” Gavin said, his other hand joining the party on the opposite ass cheek.

“Why?” she breathed as both his hands slid under the lacy material to cup her bare ass, both sets of fingertips slipping to where the tiny black thong nestled against her skin.

“Because you’re coming to mine so I can fuck you senseless,” he growled.

She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes as his fingers started to search for their prize. She felt him graze her soaked folds and heard his groan at his discovery of just how wet she was. Her hips moved of their own accord and then suddenly his fingers were slipping inside and reaching under to rub at her clit. She gasped, her eyes fluttering open just as he claimed her mouth again. She rolled her hips, desperate for more friction and he obliged, rubbing at her swollen bud furiously as he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy until she jerked suddenly, coming apart over his hands, moaning her climax into his mouth.

“In fact, don’t even bother fucking telling him,” Gavin muttered. “Mine, now.”


Thea felt like the world’s biggest bitch walking out on Robbie, so she fired him a quick message saying she felt sick and had to go home. She doubted he’d really care but it eased her guilt, nevertheless.

Gavin ordered them an Uber and helped her into the back. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him after what they’d done out on the balcony. She was grateful they’d been stood in the shadows and he had been covering her body – if anyone had seen him fingering her like that she’d have been mortified.

Or more turned on.

Fuck. Where was all this coming from? Gavin had a weird ability to send every sexual fear out the window and replace it with some kind of sexual freedom. It made her wonder what it would be like to be with him properly, even permanently and that thought scared the shit out of her. She had to keep reminding her that this was Gavin Fulkirk, he was a total asshat. This was just sex to him, and it should be the same for her. Come Monday morning things would be back to normal and they could return to their mutual dislike.

“Where do you live?” she asked, not moving her eyes from the cityscape as the car dashed past the usual Friday night sights.

“Thea,” he said, his voice soft. “Can you turn and actually look at me?”

She took a breath and obliged, turning slightly in her seat to find him gazing at her intently.

“Do you not want to do this?” he asked, reaching out to slide his hand up her thigh. “I can drop you home.”

She shook her head, her core trembling at the warmth of his firm grip.

“Then will you relax, you’re coiled like a damn spring woman,” he murmured, shuffling across the seat until his body pressed against her.

“The driver,” she muttered as he dipped his head to kiss her.

“It’s just a kiss Thea,” he whispered before covering her lips.

It wasn’t just a kiss.

Thea lifted her hands to run through his hair as his mouth claimed hers, his lips punishing her with the kind of passionate brutality she’d only ever read about. She found herself running her own tongue along the seam of his lips, parting them and sliding into his mouth. Their tongues tangled, soft then hard, forceful then tentative. It was so much more than a kiss.

It was Gavin who broke away and they both stared at each other as they tried to catch their breath.

“What is about you?” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “About us?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered, closing her eyes as her breathing returned to normal.

“I live on the outskirts of the city,” he said, nodding out the window. “We’re almost there but I can take you where you want to go. Do you still want to come home with me, Thea?”


Gavin’s home was a modest house on a picturesque street; it had a neat garden with a small path that ran from the pavement to the front door. There was a lone motorcycle sat on the driveway and Thea’s eyes lit up.

“Is that yours?” she asked as he helped her out of the Uber.

“Yeah, don’t tell my dad, he thinks I still have the damn Mercedes he bought me for my twenty-first.”

She laughed, following him up the path to the front door.

“This isn’t where I pictured you living,” she said as he unlocked the door and stood aside for her to enter.

“You do much of that?” he smirked, switching the hallway light on. “Picturing me?”

She slapped his arm playfully as he closed the door, her eyes taking in the neat hallway – black tiled floor, cream walls, a tall unit that seemed to house shoes and coats. “You know what I mean, I figured you lived in a bachelor pad not a two up, two down.”

“Actually, it’s a four up, four down,” he explained, gesturing her through to a spacious living room which was bathed in light as he flicked another switch. “I’ve been extending and refurbishing it.”

Thea found herself gravitating towards a large oak bookcase on the far side of the room and her eyes drifted across the impressive collection.

“You read?” he asked from behind her as she reached out to pick up a worn copy of Stephen King’s Fluke.

“Hmm,” she replied, turning the book in her hands, her eyes taking in the folded pages and creased cover. “How many times have you read this?”

“Fifty,” he chuckled, his hands coming to rest on her hips. “You?”

“About a million,” she breathed, replacing the book on the shelf, the knowledge that he loved one of her favourite books making her ovaries explode.

It’s just sex.

“That might be a new favourite thing to add to the list,” he mumbled as his lips dropped to the nape of her neck, sending delicious sparks down her spine.

“W-what else is on it?” she managed to stutter as his tongue darted out and ran down between her shoulders.

“Your skin,” he murmured, bring his lips to where her neck and shoulder met before sucking gently and turning her insides to jelly. “Your taste, your smell, those fucking eyes.”

She trembled as he bit and sucked at her neck, his fingers digging into her hips in a way that made her feel intensely desired. It was possessive and sensual, painful but pleasurably so.

“Is that it?” she breathed when his lips found her cheek.

“Fuck no, there’s about a thousand more but right now I’m only interested in the one I don’t know for sure.”

“Which is?”

He whirled her around and pulled on her hips to draw her close enough that his hardened cock dug into her lower belly. She inhaled sharply at the desire in his eyes, they were dark with lust and smouldered with need.

“Fucking you love,” he stated, licking his lips like she was a choice cut of meat.

“You don’t know if you’ll like it?” she whispered.

“Shall we find out?” he asked with a smile, running his hands from her hips up to her waist and then up to her chest where he cupped her tits through the material of her clothing. “Do you want me to fuck you, Thea?”

She nodded, unable to do anything more than grip the bookcase behind her as he moved his hands to her shoulders, his thumbs resting on her collarbone where they drew lazy circles.

“How? How do you like to be fucked Thea? How do you want me to fuck you?”

Her entire body came alive at his question and she envisioned every possible way Gavin could please her, clenching her thighs as the images came thick and fast.

“Hard,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to dominate you love?” he asked with amusement as she closed her eyes, his hands moving around her neck, his thumbs rubbing her throat gently but his grip loose.

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering open. “Please.”

He smirked before leaning down until their lips almost touched. His eyes searched hers for a moment and when he was satisfied, he spoke gently. “Is there anything you don’t want love?”

She shook her head slowly.

“So, everything is green?” he clarified, waiting for her assent that she understood, she nodded. “Just tell me red and I’ll stop,” he promised before slamming his lips on hers.


“Get on your knees,” Gavin ordered. He felt like he was going to explode when Thea reacted instantly, sinking to the plush carpet without a word.

Fuck. This is really happening.

How long had he been lusting after the sexy blonde? Almost two years? The moment they’d met he found himself getting hard around the office – every time she bent over a desk, he was filled with the crushing need to grab her ass. Not that he ever had, up until that very day he hadn’t allowed himself to get too close to her in case his resolve failed, and he ended up slapped with a sexual harassment suit.

For a while she’d had a boyfriend so he’d kept her as spank bank material, flirting just as far as she would allow without overstepping the line which was easier enough since they clashed like enemies most of the time. He wasn’t sure why he would argue with her, most of the time he actually agreed but he loved playing devil’s advocate since it made her turn into a damn spitfire.

A few months earlier he’d overheard her talking about being single and ready to move on and his dick had jerked to attention. The only reason he hadn’t made a move before now was that her hatred of him had grown and disrupted their flirtation. It all stemmed from the fact that his dad refused to accept work from a female employee – it was down to Gavin to play mediator, showing his dad the work and waiting until it had his stamp of approval before revealing it was Thea’s or one of the other female employees and even then his dad would insist the idea must have been his to cope with the news.

That very day he’d lied to his dad and told him the work was based on ideas of his because the old goat would never have approved it otherwise and Thea would have not only lost out of the bonus attached to the contract, but her hard work would have been put in the bin which would have crushed her. It was a shit situation but what else could he do? He wasn’t the big boss just yet, maybe one day he could implement that kind of change but not today.

He didn’t know what made him weaken, pinning her in her chair and leaning so close he could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo but when he’d noticed her nipples poking through that thin as fuck shirt he’d almost dropped down and wrapped his lips around one, desperate to suck on them and see if he could make her writhe like he had in his imagination while he jerked off.

But when he’d walked into the bar and seen her sitting on a stool, her long legs somehow extended by the short hemline of the black lace thing she was wearing and the black shoes with a fuck me heel, he’d felt something new.


Gavin had one thought and one thought only – he didn’t give a damn who she was there to meet, she was going home with him. It was fate. He’d toyed with her at the bar, feeling her out to see if she felt the same and she’d reacted perfectly. When he’d touched her pussy out on the balcony he’d almost cum right there and then just from touching her wet heat – she had been soaked and it was all down to him.

And now she was on her knees in his living room, gazing up at him with those beautiful doe eyes like a damn angel asking to be dominated. He wasn’t jealous any longer, he was fucking ecstatic.

He reached down and cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb across her lips.

“I’ve dreamt of fucking your mouth, love. I meant it when I said I was going to cum down your throat.”

Her lips parted at his statement and he unbuckled his belt before popping the button of his trousers and unzipping them. He watched her eyes light up as he pulled his hard length free of his boxers and the effect of her delight was heady. She leaned forward, snaking her tongue out to lick the tip of him. Her eyes closed at the taste of the pre-cum on her tongue and he felt ready to explode there and then as she moaned.

“Hands on my hips,” he demanded. “One tap red, two taps yellow.”

Her eyes fluttered open before she opened her mouth and swallowed him down in one fluid motion until he pressed against the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned as she repeated the movement, up and down she dragged her lips from tip to base and back. Her rhythm was slow and purposeful, the suction of her mouth just enough to have him on the edge.

He threw his head back as she began to increase her pace, bobbing on him with more intensity to her suck as she hollowed her cheeks every time she drew back, he enjoyed her taking what she wanted for the moment, letting her set the speed. It was everything he’d ever imagined it to be, well, almost.

His attention returned to her and he reached down, releasing her hair from the clip holding half of it back. Her honey coloured locks fell in waves over her shoulders and he wasted no time threading both hands through it until he had a good grip.

She moaned when he gave her hair a firm tug, drawing her completely off him; gazing up from beneath her lashes she waited for him to act, her mouth still open for him to plunder.

“One tap red, two taps yellow,” he reminded her before thrusting between her lips the way he planned to pound into her cunt later.

She let out a muffled cry of surprise, but her hands remained fixed in place as he thrust inside of her and she began to suck according to his brutal rhythm. He fucked her with reckless abandon, pulling her hair and slamming into the back of her throat until she gagged which is when he would draw back momentarily before repeating the action over and over.

He felt his balls drawing up as he closed in on his climax.

“You ready to swallow me down?” he said, his breath ragged as he slammed in and out of her perfect mouth.

Her fingertips dug into his hips as she held on tightly, gripping him to let him know how much she wanted to taste him.

“Fuck!” he groaned as he felt the final shudder and clenching that preceded the river of cum that burst from his dick. He watched in wonder as Thea’s eyes fluttered closed as she moaned, sucking and swallowing him down, her tongue lavishing his dick to remove every last trace of his seed.

“That was…” he felt his body shudder as she slipped her lips off him, licking them as if she’d devoured her favourite meal before blinking her eyes open and getting to her feet. “That was fucking amazing love.”

She smiled and bit her lower lip. He tugged her to him and kissed her, sucking that lip into his own mouth, not giving two shits he could taste himself because it was a reminder of what she’d just done for him.

“Upstairs,” he mumbled against her mouth. “Bedroom is the first on the left, there’s an ensuite if you need it. I’ll be up in a few.”


Thea ascended the stairs and couldn’t help smiling. Giving Gavin head had been fucking rewarding. He had been unbelievably responsive and rough enough to make her body clench with need. Her eyes were drawn to black framed photographs that decorated the wall beside the stairs. They were mostly of various familiar land and cityscapes but had been manipulated in various ways and though they captured her interest, she was too horny to tarry.

She reached the bedroom and smiled at the masculine black and grey colour scheme that dominated the room. It was very Gavin. Sleek and stylish with a hint of darkness. Without wasting any time, she opened the first door she came to and found a walk-in wardrobe stuffed with Gavin’s clothing, the next door revealed the en-suite and she quickly relieved herself and checked herself in the mirror. Her mascara had smudged slightly so she ran her fingers under her eyes and then through her hair. She checked her phone and saw that Robbie hadn’t responded to her message, she figured he was pissed and tried not to feel guilty.

Thea heard the bedroom door click closed and felt excitement curl in her belly. Deciding to save a little time, she stripped out of her playsuit and stood in her black satin bra and matching thong. After a quick assessment of her appearance, she opened the en-suite door and strolled into the bedroom.

Gavin had obviously had the same idea because he lay completely naked in the centre of the bed. Thea tried not to let the sight of his muscular body affect her but her heart was thudding like a damn jackhammer.

“Come here,” Gavin said, his eyes flicking over her body with approval.

She swung her hips with each step, feeling her confidence soar as his gaze darkened with lust. Without a word she climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sitting across his toned stomach so his erection was pressed against her ass.

Gavin ran his hands up her thighs before bringing them to her waist.

“You’re so sexy Thea,” he murmured. “Why didn’t we do this sooner love?”

“Because you were a cunt,” she said with a grin, tracing circles on his impressive chest.

“Still am, love, still am,” he chuckled before pulling her down to his lips and kissing her.

She moaned as he kissed her deeply, his tongue demanding entrance as he flipped them so that he was covering her body with his. She kept her knees hugging his body but stretched her legs to wrap them around his waist, pulling him until she felt him pressing against the thin layer of material covering her slit.

“Not yet, love,” he mumbled against her lips when she reached down to move her thong aside. “I’m nowhere near done with you, play with your tits babe.”

She cupped her breasts and tweaked both her nipples, moaning when he dropped his face to them and began licking at the diamond hard buds. But he didn’t dawdle, moving his lips and tongue swiftly down her body until he was settled between her thighs.

He blew gently against her soaked core and she writhed at the sensation, her hands pausing in their play.

“Each time you stop playing with those perfect tits, I’ll stop too,” he warned, lifting his head to stare at her. “Keep rubbing yourself and I’ll keep licking.”

She nodded and began circling her areolae, letting her fingernails drag across the sensitive flesh.

“Good girl,” he whispered before diving down and sliding his tongue in one long line down her swollen folds.

“Oh God!” she moaned, plucking at her nipples as he continued to give her centre his undivided attention, his tongue lapping at her like a parched man discovering an oasis.

“Gavin will do fine,” he breathed before his tongue flicked her clit.

“Oh fuck!” She felt her body lift from the mattress as he began lashing his tongue against her magic button whilst simultaneously sliding one finger inside of her. “Oh Gavin!”

He began to pump his finger, slowly at first but then faster as he added a second, making her cry out with the thickness of his invasion. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, stars flashed in front of her eyes as he tore her orgasm out and she gave a strangled cry. Her body vibrated with the sheer force of her climax and when he curved his fingers and began to massage her g-spot she thought she would die. It was too much all at once, too much too fast. She didn’t dare stop playing with her nipples, squeezing and flicking them as he rubbed at the spongy softness of her front wall while he sucked and nibbled on her clit. Her moans turned to shouts of pleasure and when he bit down hard, she felt the gush of juices as her body shuddered with another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, shaking her head, her hands holding her breasts like they were a lifeline. She was unable to make any sense of how well he’d played her body.

First times weren’t like this. The first time you fucked someone was always a little awkward – finding what they wanted, what they liked, what they needed. But Gavin had just done it without even trying. He’d brought her body so much pleasure without her even asking him for a thing. It was astonishing.

He grinned at her like the cat that got the cream and slid his fingers out of her, the sudden loss making her shudder once more.

“On your knees,” he demanded, “I’m going to fucking ruin that pussy, love.”

Her eyes flickered to his engorged cock that was now so swollen it looked angry. He’d been almost too much for her mouth and the thought of him pounding that beast into her was almost enough to have her gushing once more. She rolled on to her front and then made a show of moving onto her knees, silently thanking her yoga class as she pushed her ass back and up before spreading her knees wide.

He gave a stifled moan when she wiggled her ass.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, love,” he said, his hands smoothing over her ass.

“Fuck me Gavin,” she pleaded, pushing back when his fingers started stroking her soaked folds.

“Nice try love, but you’re not in charge here,” he said, his tone amused. “Hands on the headboard.”

She complied and her eyes widened as he produced two silk ties which he used to tie her to the slatted headboard. The knots weren’t too tight, but her movement was now restricted.

“You green, love?”

“Green,” she breathed as he spoke, his face close to her pussy, his breath cool against the heat flooding from her core.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” he told her. “I want to taste every bit of that cunt honey and swallow it down before I bury myself inside that balls deep in you.”

She found herself shivering with anticipation as he spoke, his breath tickling her as his fingers spread her ass cheeks.

When he finally touched her, it was with a gentle flick of his tongue that he repeated over every inch of her core, the pressure was almost non-existent but it was enough to make her groan as he continued to flick and tease her. She couldn’t resist moving to try and get him to go deeper, but he would just draw back and there was only so far that she could go thanks to her restraints.

She groaned, frustration making her impatient to feel more of his tongue.

“Is this good?” he murmured, swirling his tongue through her folds with such tenderness she could almost believe this was more than just sex.

But that’s crazy, right?

“Yes,” she breathed. “You’re so good at that. Oh!”

She jolted as he speared her with his tongue, the gentleness gone in an instant. She could feel his teeth grazing her as he angled himself to thrust his tongue even deeper. Her moans became cries as her release flooded from between her thighs. She heard the tell tale sounds that she had squirted and shuddered with the relief brought on by the way he lapped at her, swallowing down her climax with wet kisses that drew out the last of the trembles.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled as he moved behind her. She heard the tell-tale rip of a condom packet and then moaned deeply as he moved the head of his cock up and down her slit.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“You won’t be able to sit for a week once I’m through with you,” he muttered. “That ass is just waiting to be punished, love.”

She inhaled sharply as he pushed his swollen head between her folds, nestling just inside her pussy. His hands came to rest on the fleshy globes of her ass, and he squeezed them apart, his thumbs grazing her back entrance.

“One day I’ll claim that but today I need this pussy. Fuck, you feel like heaven, I don’t suppose you’re on the pill?” he asked hopefully, nudging an inch deeper.

“I am,” she moaned, turning her head slightly. “But-”

“It’s alright love, I always cover anyway.”

“I just meant-” she gasped as he pushed inside of her another inch.

“What, love?”

“I’m clean. If you always cover, then you’re clean, right? I’d like to feel you.”

He slid out instantly and she heard the sound of the condom being removed.

“You asked for it love,” he chuckled before slamming deep inside of her.

The force of his thrust moved her entire body and she cried out at the massive intrusion. His girth stretched her walls without giving her time to adjust and it was a delicious but jarring feeling.

“Fuck yeah, I couldn’t have worn a damn johnny with you, love,” he groaned, pulling back and then slamming back in. “You’re fucking heaven.”

She moaned deeply as he began to thrust, building his rhythm steadily, his hands stroking her ass cheeks. She could feel her climax building again. Doggy style always had her cumming hard and she knew Gavin would be able to deliver.

“Now, about that punishment,” he murmured suddenly before slapping her right ass cheek lightly.

“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh fuck, spank me!”

The words were barely out of her mouth when his hand connected once more. It wasn’t light this time. His open palm cracked against her ass so hard she saw stars for a moment, the pain licking across her skin like fire. Before she could speak, he repeated the action, this time on the opposite cheek, then back again – back and forth he spanked her ass hard and fast as her breath fought to catch up. She felt her juices squelching around his thrusts as her arousal ripped through her body.

“Damn,” he murmured; his tone impressed as he rubbed her flaming skin. “You can really take it.”

She moaned her assent, barely able to keep herself up as he moved in and out of her with slow, deliberate thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight!”

Thea trembled when his hands ran up the length of her body, stroking her back until he gripped the back of her neck with one, the other cupping her breast.

“Are you ready to be well and truly fucked love?”


“How hard do you want it?”

“Give me everything you’ve got,” Thea breathed, smirking when he moaned.

“You fucking asked for it.”

Her breath left her when he began to pound into her, his balls slapping her clit with the force of his thrusts. The hand on the back of her neck gripped her tightly, helping him to leverage his body and sink deep inside of her.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she shouted. “Yes! Make me cum!”

He growled and she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder and the orgasm it tore from her made her entire body shudder. Gavin didn’t even slow, jackhammering her pussy until she came again and again, her body quivering from multiple orgasms.

She was almost ready to murmur ‘red’ when he roared his release, spurting inside of her and coating her in his cum.

The moment the last drop had left him, he moved out of her and swiftly released her wrists so she could sink down onto the bed where she lay prone and spent. She was dimly aware of a cool washcloth being wiped between her thighs and over her sore ass cheeks, then there was a cooling sensation stroked with a featherlight touch she couldn’t believe was from the same man she’d hated just hours earlier. When a heavy blanket was drawn over her naked body, she shuddered, both delighted and confused by the intimacy he was showing her.

“Gavin…” she murmured, unable to even open her eyes.

“Sleep love,” he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead. “We can talk in the morning.”


When Thea awoke the first thing that she was aware of was the masculine scent that surrounded her. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the dark grey pillow and sheets before sitting up abruptly.

She hissed at the pain in her ass and memories of the night before flashed through her mind.

“Oh shit,” she muttered, her bleary morning eyes taking in the neat and tidy room of Gavin fucking Fulkirk. “Shit, shit, shit!”

She slid out of bed and searched for her clothes. When she couldn’t find them, she let out a groan of frustration and hurried into the en-suite she remembered from last night. There was a large fluffy towel hanging over the towel rail and she wrapped it around her body before checking her reflection.

All things considered she didn’t look too bad. She ran her fingertips under her eyes to rid herself of the worst of the mascara that had run and combed through her hair before deciding that was about all she was able to do. A quick peek in Gavin’s bathroom cabinet was fruitless unless she was in need of a Bic razor or cotton bud, but she did swipe the bottle of mouthwash and rinse away her morning breath before finding the courage to leave the bedroom and traipse downstairs.

The sound of a radio drew her to what turned out to be the kitchen and she stared, dumbfounded, at Gavin moving around the kitchen, his head bobbing along to the music. He was wearing a simple pair of black boxers and Thea felt her mouth dry up instantly at the image of his almost naked form cooking what appeared to be a brunch style meal.

“Um, where are my clothes?”

He whirled and took in her state of undress with a grin.

“Good morning to you too.”

She smiled with uncertainty.

“Morning. But seriously Gavin, where are my clothes?”

“I popped your outfit in the living room with your bag,” he said, sliding a plate of toast topped with avocado and tomato across the breakfast bar in her direction. “You’re welcome to borrow something of mine to go home in, I figured it might be more comfortable.”

“Um, okay. Look, about last night-”

“Come on, love, have a bit to eat before you start hating me again.”

He turned away and plated up his own food before leaving the kitchen. In his absence, Thea plodded over to the breakfast bar and tried to arrange herself comfortably, but it was almost impossible to keep herself covered entirely and sit comfortably on the black leather topped stool. In the end she gave up and stood by her food, staring down at it like it was some kind of alien lifeform.

“It’s not poisoned,” Gavin said, walking back into the kitchen.

Thea felt her cheeks flush but before she could say anything, he was thrusting clothing at her.

“An old pair of joggers that are way too small for me and a t-shirt – it’s all clean and will do you until you get home.”


“Thea, just do as you’re told.”

He turned away and crossed his arms, obviously waiting for her to comply.

She obediently shimmied into the jogging bottoms and tugged the t-shirt over her head.

“Done,” she said.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked, moving to sit opposite her.

She stood twisting the towel in her hands as he began to eat. When she didn’t join him, he looked up.

“Thea what’s the matter? Are you really that uncomfortable about what happened last night? Was it so awful?”

She chewed on her lower lip.

“Come on, out with it,” he said, dropping his cutlery.

“You don’t like me,” she said finally.

“That’s not exactly-”

“You take credit for my work.”

“Well, I-”

“You’re a complete and utter asshole!”

His eyebrows slammed down, and Thea swallowed away the whimper that threatened to escape at his thunderous expression.

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean that, it’s just-”

“No, you’re right,” he said with a sigh. “Can we eat first and then talk?”

She nodded mutely and sat down.

“I like the photographs you have on the stairs,” she said when he didn’t speak. “Are they from someone famous?”

He cocked his head and smiled at her.

“You thought they were professional?”

“Um, yeah. I thought they looked pretty cool.”

“They’re mine.”

Her eyebrows shot up.


“Yeah, it kind of became a hobby while I was at uni. Whenever I travel I find one shot I can play with and then I bring it home and work through some manipulations until it looks right.”

“That’s really cool,” she said, the smile on her lips widening. “You’ve got a real talent there.”

The rest of the meal was spent on more everyday chatter and ten minutes later they had both polished off their foods and he was leading her into the living room with two cups of steaming coffee.

“I’m sure it hasn’t escaped your attention that my dad is a little old school,” Gavin began, placing both cups on the coffee table and gesturing for her to sit beside him on the couch. “The truth is that if you take him ideas directly, he nearly always vetoes them.”


“I’ve seen it, time and time again. He doesn’t trust female employees. So, when I think an idea is worthwhile, I make him think it was mine so he will approve it.”

“That’s absurd!”

“I agree.”

“And you don’t think the women behind these ideas might have something to say about it?”

“I always make sure any bonuses as a result of that work goes to the right person, as for credit around the office – it wouldn’t make any difference, while the old man is in charge, he wouldn’t care.”

“Yeah but if you were honest with us, we could go and work elsewhere.”

“Really?” he scoffed. “Thea, my father’s company is the leading marketing firm in the city and probably the country, the opportunities here are huge and in just a few short years I’ll be running things and then those opportunities will be even bigger. You know we pay better than our competition, even for entry level positions and the other benefits outweigh anything our employees could get elsewhere.”

“So, you’re saying you’ve treated me like shit to protect me? Lucky me,” she said sarcastically.

“That’s why I’ve been…standoffish with you.”

She shook her head in disbelief.

“Look I know it’s shitty okay?” he sighed. “But it’s the truth.”

“So, you don’t hate me?”

He chuckled.

“You’ve probably still got my cum inside you,” he said with a smirk. “No, I don’t hate you.”

“Last night you said you didn’t have to like me to fuck me.”

He waved his hand. “I was flirting with you, and I don’t just like you Thea, I’m fucking seriously into you.”

Her eyes widened.


He slid one arm along the back of the sofa and brought the other up to slide up her thigh.

“Fuck Thea, I’ve wanted you for the best part of two years. I’ve tried to keep my distance, so I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I would never have made a move while you were with another man.”

“We broke up a year ago.”

“I know, but by then…” he grimaced.

“By then I thought you were a bit of a cunt?” she supplied.

He nodded.

“So, last night…?”

He bit his lower lip and the hand on her thigh squeezed sending a frisson of excitement to her core.

“Last night wasn’t just a fuck for me Thea, I want more from you, if you’re interested?”

She blinked at his admission, her heart pounding in her chest. Did she want more with Gavin? She still wasn’t exactly thrilled at his explanation of the work situation, but she also saw his perspective. Her eyes took in his open, honest gaze and she felt the tug in her chest that told her she too felt a little more than like for this man. She’d been so convinced she’d hated him, but what was it they said? There’s a fine line between love and hate.

And this man she could see herself falling for. The Gavin who took photographs and refurbished a family home, the one who took care of her in the aftermath of his domination and made her food, the one who was gazing at her with way more than like in his eyes.

“I’m interested,” she whispered.

He let out a sigh of relief and leant forward to brush her lips with his.

“Thank fuck for that, love.”

She melted into his kiss and let him tug her onto his lap, wincing only slightly at the soreness of her ass.

“I guess I should thank you,” she murmured a short while later as they lay tangled up in one another.

“What for, love?”

“Ruining my first date with Robbie.”

“You are way too much woman for Mr Muscles to handle,” Gavin grinned.

Her heart pounded and a warm feeling settled in her chest.

“I guess last night was technically our first date too?”

“Oh, hell no,” he said, kissing her temple affectionately. “That was just foreplay. A date with me you’ll never forget.”

The comfort of his arms encircling her and the tenderness of his touch drew a sated smirk from her lips.

“Likewise Mr Fulkirk, likewise.”

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