Red Ink

Isla Brennan comes to the Meridian to clean the books. She stays because of the men who already know why she needs the money.

Roman Vale is precision in a black shirt. Nico Hart pours the drinks and looks at her like last call is a dare. The loft upstairs is supposed to be a convenience. The first discrepancy lands in her sister's hospital account. Roman paid it. Nico ran the file. Neither of them frames it as a threat. They wait to see whether she wants the rest.

She does. Nico takes her in the loft — mouth on her breasts, face between her thighs, a thick unhurried fuck. Roman takes her over the office desk and tells her the private room is a line she cannot uncross. She crosses it. What follows is graphic and continuous: her on her knees for both of them, Nico in her cunt and Roman in her ass, spit-roast against a service door, last-call office sex, the loft with both of them inside her at once.

When the ledgers close, the leverage is gone. Isla does not leave. Last call starts meaning something else.

18+ dark contemporary MMF romance. Explicit oral, vaginal, anal, DP, dirty talk.