Work Benefits Read Online M.E. Clayton

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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)

Who’s better at friends-with-benefits, men or women?
Depends on the man and the woman.

If anyone were to ask Skylar McKay, she’d say that life was good. She had a great family, satisfying job, and enough friends, but not too many. The only thing that was missing was a steady man in her life, but she didn’t really consider that a negative, no matter what her sister claimed. Skylar wasn’t in a rush to find her soulmate, and she had absolutely nothing against your random one-night stand.

So, feeling satisfied and content in life, Skylar is just going about her regular business when she’s approached with a proposition that she’s sure has got to be a joke. I mean, it’s not every day that a hot, sexy, brooding, tatted-up mechanic with rough hands offers to be your friends-with-benefits. However, it becomes a battle of the sexes when Landen Rush insists that women are the ones that complicate sex.

If anyone were to ask Landen Rush, he’d say that he had no complaints in life. He’d been raised by wonderful parents, he was close to his brother, he liked his job, and he had plenty of friends. The man didn’t even have any complaints where women were concerned. Granted, he never kept them around long enough for any complaints to arise, but still. Life was good, and he planned to keep it that way.

So, feeling satisfied and content in life, Landen surprises himself after he’s lured into a conversation about friends-with-benefits. Determined to represent single men everywhere to the best of his ability, he throws down a challenge to his sexy coworker, even knowing that it’s a mistake. However, all bets are off when Skylar McKay takes him up on his proposition, determined to prove him wrong.

NOTE: This book contains adult language, adult situations, explicit sexual encounters, tattooed mechanics, a very sexually confident heroine, a lot of inappropriate workplace rendezvous, and some workplace banter that is very frowned upon these days. If sensitive to any of the aforementioned issues, please do not purchase.




Stay – Zedd & Alessia Cara


“Oh, God…”

“Take that dick like a good girl,” he grunted behind me, and I most definitely wanted to be a good girl for him.

I wanted to be the best girl.

In all honesty, it wasn’t all that hard to be a good girl for him. The man was every woman’s fantasy come to life, and that included a big dick.

A nice, smooth, thick, long, hard, veiny, powerful, nine-inch dick.

“Harder,” I demanded, and I couldn’t care less how slutty that made me seem; I was a slut.

For this man, I was the biggest, sluttiest, porn star to date.

There was a secret weapon to mind-blowing sex, and that secret weapon was chemistry. When chemistry was involved, nothing else mattered. Not looks, money, status, careers, physique, intelligence…nothing. Chemistry was the lure, not the sex. Chemistry was what made you take that leap, not attraction. There were plenty of people that were attractive, but that didn’t mean you wanted to sleep with them. It just meant that you could appreciate their beautiful aesthetics.

Chemistry was what made you follow a stranger into a public restroom and let him have his way with you. Chemistry was what made you spread your legs and let your man fingerfuck you underneath the restaurant table. Chemistry was what made you hike up your skirt and bend over in public for whatever your man wanted to do to you. Chemistry was what made you sleep with a man on the first date.

The only problem?

People often confused chemistry with love, and that’s when shit got complicated.

However, I was not confused.

Not in the least.

“You want it harder?” he echoed. “You need me to leave you sore?”

Hell. Fucking. Yes. I. Did.

“Please,” I begged, still unashamed of what we were doing.

Now, was it wrong?


Would the ramifications be disastrous?


With his hands gripping my hips, his nine-inch dick stretching me open, and his grunts in my ear, did I care?

Not one goddamn bit.

“This pussy’s so good,” he kept grunting behind me. “It’s the best pussy that I’ve ever fucked.”

“Oh, God…” I panted as he hit deep inside. Since the man had already made me cum twice, the rest of this was all extra. It was just for the sheer pleasure of it all.

“Show me how greedy you are for this dick, baby,” he commanded, and I wasn’t sure that there was much more that I could do.

When I felt his hand slide across my waist, then down and in between my thighs, I let out a throaty whimper. The second that his fingers touched my sensitive clit, I went off again, counting my third orgasm of the evening.

“Oh, Christ…” I cried out. “Oh, God…”

“I’m cumming, baby,” he warned me, and a part of me was happy that he was going to. We were already taking such a big risk as it was.