Second Chances

Cory Chase studies her assistant Kenna James and can't believe the mess she's made of every task. It snaps something inside her. She pulls Kenna aside to fire her on the spot. Kenna begs, voice cracking, eyes wide, pleading for one final shot—she swears she'll never screw up again. Cory gives her twenty-four hours. Next evening, every chore is handled, the place spotless. But Kenna has more planned. Candles burn low across the bedroom, silk sheets turned down, toys laid out like weapons. She stands naked in the doorway, body slick with lotion, nipples hard. 'I told you I wouldn't disappoint,' she murmurs, stepping close, guiding Cory's hand between her legs. Cory's breath hitches. Kenna pushes her onto the bed, kisses her hard, slides two fingers inside and curls them deep. Their bodies tangle fast and filthy—Kenna grinding, licking, riding Cory's thigh until both women shake. Cory comes first, fingers clutching Kenna's ass, the sound of wet skin slapping filling the room. Kenna follows seconds later, mouth open in a silent cry, slick coating Cory's thigh. The job is safe. The night is only starting.