Benjamin Watching Zach walk to his building and disappear behind the door leaves me wanting… him. Again. I recruited Zach as an inside man five years ago, after he reported a company for shady dealings five years ago. Since then, he’s helped me by being drop-dead gorgeous and able to blend in anywhere. People look at him and see his pretty face and think there’s nothing happening behind those bright blue eyes. In actuality, he’s stripping them of all their defenses, getting behind their mental walls, and finding out all their dirty secrets.

Marcus As the door slams in his face for the second time, Marcus can feel the last of his energy drain away. He's suddenly exhausted and his brain wants to shut off. It's too early for that, though. There are still things he has planned for today. He looks over at his bungalow and decides he doesn't want to go inside because he might not come back out. The one person he never expected to see again is exactly the one who shows up today. The woman from the coffee shop. In some crazy twist of fate, he spilled coffee all over her. Probably hot enough to give a bit of a burn, though he hadn't seen anything on either of her hands to indicate injury. Her energy then had felt spiky to him. Enough so that he had to get out of there fast. When he saw the owner of the coffee shop appear, he quietly slipped away. It was the worst thing he'd ever done in his life. Marcus always tries to make amends for his wrongs, but he's never done anything like that before. Running away from a problem isn't like him at all. He's also never met or dealt with anyone like Natalie. Sure, the occasional heated person, or emotional client. But Natalie is on a new level for some reason he can't understand. "Oh, Marcus. There you are. I was looking for you." Bea strides over to him, scarf whipping in the breeze behind her. He finds it very interesting that she and Ophelia wear these fancy diaphanous scarves even in the heat. "Did our new guest get settled in okay?" At the look on Marcus's face, Bea raises her eyebrows. "Oh dear, what happened?"

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Author Note: This is an adult erotic story. All characters are consenting adults. If you don't want to read erotic stories where multiple characters are engaging in sexual activities (including men loving men) please unsubscribe. Zach Watching Vaughn leave for work sucks, but it also gives me the chance I need to do my real job. But before getting into that, I head into the primary bedroom and strip the sheets, tossing them in the wash.

Natalie stands on the veranda. When she turns to say goodbye to Ophelia, the door is already closed. She didn’t even hear it click shut, and there aren’t intricate carvings on this side to suggest that Ophelia’s shop is just beyond it. “Okay, thanks, I guess?” she mutters. “Alone again.” The ocean waves roll in and out. The sand looks slick and Natalie heads over there, sliding out of her sandals. Picking them up, she lets them dangle from her fingers. “When was the last time I was at a beach?” Oh, right. With Sarah and the big bonfire after college graduation. The waves roll up over her feet and she watches birds fly over the expanse of blue. Natalie pulls out her phone, but there are no missed calls or texts. With a sigh, she slides it back into her pocket. “Guess no one misses me.” Tears sting her eyes, and she stuffs them down. Sighing, she turns away from the water and realizes she has nothing to dry her feet. “Dammit. Where the hell is this person supposed to meet me?” Natalie huffs, heading back the way she came. She spots a wide opening in the tropical foliage, so she turns to head that way. Still, no one is around that she can see. “Guess I’m on my own.” The path winds through the forest, curving one way, then back to the other. While pretty, it’s also annoying. There are birds calling in the trees and flitting from one to the other, but none of it matters to her. Natalie is hot, sweaty, and mad because she forgot her cup in Ophelia’s shop. Even though she’d finished the coffee, it still had ice in it, which would’ve been nice right now. The path, though wide and maintained, feels like a trek through the jungle. When it finally opens into a clearing, she raises a hand for extra shade, squinting across the expanse. “Did I go the wrong way?” she mutters, turning to scan her surroundings. “Welcome to The Haven, Natalie.” The voice comes from behind her, startling her. Natalie stops dead in her tracks, her heart leaping into her throat. Being outside her comfort zone sucks. “Apologies for my lateness. I got held up assisting someone.” “You nearly gave me a heart attack,” she snaps, turning toward the voice. As she gets closer, recognition dawns, and she freezes. “You!” Natalie stomps over to the guy from the coffee shop, her body tensing more with every step. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demands, gripping the handles of her bag tightly, ready to smack him with it. “Uh… I’m Marcus, and I’ll be your friendly guide today.” Marcus’s attempt at a smile looks more like a grimace. “I’m really sorry about the coffee shop incident. I swear I wasn’t trying to ruin your morning.”

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Author Note: This is an adult erotic story. All characters are consenting adults. If you don't want to read erotic stories where multiple characters are engaging in sexual activities (including men loving men) please unsubscribe. Vaughn Waking up to the intern splayed out on his back, one knee propped on a pillow, sure as hell isn’t on my bingo card. Unless it’s the free space. He looks peaceful, sated. His hair is messed up and I think his lips are swollen. Smothering a laugh, I realize I never did get his name.

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The bright sunshine streaming in blinds Natalie. She throws an arm over her eyes and wonders why the blackout curtains are failing. Then, peeking through her fingers at her surroundings, she realizes this isn’t her bedroom. “Ugh.” Natalie makes a face from the rotten fruit taste in her mouth. “Oh, gross.” As she moves again, her laptop shifts. Ninja speed kicks in and she saves the laptop from falling to the floor.

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Marcus sits with a heavy heart on the ferry heading back to Revelry Island. What the hell happened? He got so focused on looking for Ophelia's journal and somehow ended up scalding a woman, getting cussed at, and almost touched her inappropriately to try to clean up the mess he made. "Fuuuck," he whispers to himself. Mind muddled, he puts his earbuds in and starts a meditation he turns to in times he can't think straight.

Author Note: This is an adult erotic story. All characters are consenting adults. If you don't want to read erotic stories where multiple characters are engaging in sexual activities (including men loving men) please unsubscribe. Cal “Hmmm…” Knocking on Sabine’s door wasn’t working, so I tested the handle. Unlocked. Pushing the door open just a crack, I call out, “Ms. Cross?

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The pillow Natalie holds over her head doesn’t drown out the racket. Reaching out, she grabs her phone and swipes at it until the noise stops. She forgot to turn her work alarm off. “Stupid fucking work alarm.” She groans. The stale wine on her tongue makes opening her mouth a challenge. “Oh, fuck,” she ekes out, certain anything louder will cause her head to burst.

Author Note: This is an adult erotic story. All characters are consenting adults. If you don't want to read erotic stories where multiple characters are engaging in sexual activities (including men loving men) please unsubscribe. Vaughn Leaning forward, I brush Cock Slut’s hair off his forehead and press a kiss there, then on his lips, slow and gentle. He’s a mess, covered in my cum, and he looks fucking gorgeous.

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Natalie double-checks herself in the mirror and smirks. “Get it, girl.” She turns up the music on her phone and dances around her room. “Fuck Avery. They haven’t bothered to give me the time of day in months.” She swipes some gloss on her lips and blows herself a kiss. “Sarah can deal with her own shit. It’s not like she’s been around.”

Author Note: This is an adult erotic story. All characters are consenting adults. If you don't want to read erotic stories where multiple characters are engaging in sexual activities (including men loving men) please unsubscribe. The Intern Blowing my load down Vaughn’s throat, then having him crawl up my body to kiss me? Oh, fuck yes. Grinding his cock against my ass?

As Natalie storms out of the office, someone jostles her. She shoves back, throwing her anger at this new target. “What the hell, lady?” they shout. “Whatever, you ran into me, ass,” Natalie barks and heads in the opposite direction. She spots a boutique across the street, her well practiced resting bitch face in place to prevent another run-in. Retail therapy always clears her mind.

Author Note: This is an adult erotic story. All characters are consenting adults. If you don't want to read erotic stories where multiple characters are engaging in sexual activities (including men loving men) please unsubscribe. Vaughn Feeling Sabine come undone and cream all over my cock almost makes me spill inside her tight cunt. I hold back. We haven’t talked about where I can finish, and I can’t risk crossing a boundary.

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Marcus traced the tip of his tongue along the side of her foot and swirled around her heel