Wet Dreams (part two of the Jack and Cora Trilogy)

A forbidden desire. An erotic secret. What will Jack demand in return for his silence?

"Fans of Grey will love the sexual tension and hot erotic encounters of the Jack and Cora Trilogy."

Forced to share a hotel room on a business trip with her impossibly hot boss, Cora gave in to temptation. She took sexual advantage of Jack while he was asleep, and the incredible encounter nearly ruined her career. Even after getting away with it, she can't stop fantasizing about him. But has she really escaped? Does Jack know her secret, and what sexual favors will he demand in return?

WARNING, this is a 4300+ word short story that contains graphic language and sexual situations between a boss and employee including hot bathtub sex, BDSM, force sex, and masturbation. MATURE AUDIENCES 18+ only!

--EXCERPT--

Cora dimmed the bathroom light down. It wasn't exactly candlelight, but the darkened room was enough to help her relax. She stepped into the full, bubbly water, and warmth raced up her leg like a lover's hands. Cora sat down, enjoyed the heat enveloping her body and slowly reclined against the tub. In the dim light she thought of Jack.
Now fully relaxed and comfortable, Cora closed her eyes. Her hands instinctively found her pleasure zones. Cora's body yearned for more, and her hands began to find their way down to the smooth skin between her legs.
As Cora's hand slipped slowly between her thighs, Cora closed her eyes and visualized Jack standing at the bathroom door. He was bathed in shadow, but she could see the details of his face. Jack was still wearing his suit; tie was pulled loose around his neck. Their eyes met, then his gaze tracked down her body. She enjoyed him staring at her, coveting her body. A single eyebrow lifted with a slight curvature of his smile when he realized Cora's hand was between her legs. She continued touching herself as he watched. The warmth of the water felt nice on her sex. Engorged with blood and lust...Cora was ready.
Jack's gaze returned to Cora's eyes as he stepped out of his shoes. He slipped out of his suit coat, and neatly folded it on the bathroom counter. Jack's next move caught Cora off guard. He stepped into the bathtub, fully clothed, and kneeled over her. His clothes became soaked as he bent down and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Her mouth met his with hunger. Jack's tongue explored Cora's willing mouth, and her tongue entwined with his. He tasted of an expensive wine, and his cologne filled her nose with a scent that made her senses tingle. Jack's now wet tie dangled over her, brushing and teasing her chest. She grabbed the tie and pulled him down on to her.
Cora could feel Jack's hardness through his soaked pants. She opened her legs and wrapped them around him, pulling him against her sex. Jack began to thrust against her with a slow rhythm. As Cora worked on his tie, his hands found her smooth breasts.
Jack abruptly sat up, and with both hands he tore his shirt open in a move Christopher Reeve would have approved of. The wet, white fabric clung to his skin, revealing his skin underneath it. Cora's hands explored his muscular frame. Jack's wet, exposed chest was thick, his pecs were well defined without being overbuilt. His biceps- oh God, his biceps! They shimmered as the foamy bathwater formed little rivers down the curves of his muscular arms. Jack's stomach was tight and toned, the subtle lines of a 6-pack leading down to the muscular "V" of his pelvis that disappeared down into his pants.

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