He turned back to us, his expression cooling into something lethal. "No, Sullivan," he said, his voice dropping into a low, controlled register. "I want you to watch me have sex with Donovan." He held his gaze on me, knowing what had happened days earlier that I was only too eager to participate. "Or you could join in..." "No!" Robert murmured, his voice cracking with desperation. "That's blackmail, Grant. Pure blackmail." Grant didn't blink. He simply tilted his head, and with a smug grin, he focused on me, "If you have a better idea, Sullivan, one that makes sure I don't talk, then I'm willing to negotiate."

A simple hand job was not going to be all it took. I would have to go further. My begging didn't work, but at that moment, if it was what I had to do, then I would do it. He was amused with the position I had become deeper involved with. "You would let me fuck you, to save Robert Sullivan's job?" he asked me. I couldn't speak; my throat dry, I was lost for words. I nodded. I could see him studying me to see if I would turn away. He had me right where he wanted me - there was no going back at risk of getting myself further into trouble.

Strict academic boundaries completely vanish once Tess and her professor are alone after hours.

Megan gets invited to a sauna with Ronnie, a day that has her hot and bothered and not from the Sauna.

One husband, one gorgeous wife, and a very nervous Megan. Crossing that line into their private world was supposed to be a one-tome experiment, but it quickly turned into an unforgettable night of firsts.