Here is a sneak peek of Charlotte Stein’s story, Not Safe for Work:

“So glad you could join us, Ms. Elliot,” Hartford said, as if everything were totally normal. Even though he had to pull away from the kiss he was giving Abel to do it.

His mouth was still glistening from it, when he addressed her.

His lips were still red, as if they’d been doing it for a while.

And even more arresting: they were both hard.

She could see the shape of their stiff cocks through their slacks, as clear as anything. Hartford didn’t even try to hide it—though really, why should he? This was a real thing now. An ongoing liaison, between the three of them. When he called her and Abel to his home, he didn’t mean to discuss company matters. He meant for this. He meant to fuck.

And god she wanted to.

The second she saw them, something inside her shifted.

She was wet before she went over to them. Wet before Hartford clasped the back of her head, and brought her mouth to his. Softly, tenderly—more so than she could ever have dreamed or hoped for. Our first kiss, she thought, so good and sweet it made her whole body fizz. Her nipples tightened a little more, her clit swelled against the confines of her silk panties. All Hartford had to do was run a hand over the front of her skirt and sensation poured through and from that stiff little bud.

And both of them knew it.

How could they not when she moaned like that into Hartford’s mouth? When her body went limp in arms she hadn’t realized were around her? She was practically spreading her legs before Hartford has so much as lifted her skirt, her mouth hot and greedy on his. There was no way they could doubt—and they didn’t.

While Hartford kissed her, Abel started to unbutton and undo. He made short work of her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and once she was completely free, it was Hartford who went to touch her. He lifted a hand to her bare chest with just the slightest hint of hesitation. His eyes flicked to Abel briefly, his breath held just a little.

And then Abel nodded and he closed the gap. He cradled her breast in a way that made her moan. Softly, reverently, as if the feel of her was something incredible. It turned his gaze soft and his breath shaky—but best of all it urged him to do other things. After a second he actually dared to bend his head and lick, soft and sweet enough that it turned her moan into a sob. She almost brought her hands up, to push him into doing more.

But Abel got there before she could.