性爱故事： Lingerie

The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the thirty-second floor conference room. It was past nine, the rest of the team long gone. I stood at the head of the long mahogany ta…

"God, the city lights look incredible from up here," I said, loosening my tie as I stepped into the penthouse office. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected her silhouette against the glowing skyline.…

"Alright, Mark, lock the studio door behind you. It's just us tonight. Everyone else is gone." I turned the key and watched her roll out the thick mats under the soft blue lights. Lena was in her thi…

The private tasting room at Maison du Vin smelled of polished oak and faint candle wax. Soft lighting glowed over rows of Riedel glasses, and the heavy velvet curtains kept the rest of the event at a …

The conference room still smelled like burnt coffee and egos when Elena slammed her briefcase shut. Across the polished oak table, Marcus leaned back in his chair, that infuriating half-smirk on his l…

The fluorescent lights in the executive suite hummed low after everyone else had gone home. I was still hunched over my laptop, shoulders knotted so tight they felt like stone. Thirty-two years old, r…