My Professor #2

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• The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories   My Twin Stepbrothers #4

  Confusion flickered through my pleasure-hazed mind until I felt Noah's warm presence behind me, his chest pressing against my back. His lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and his hands slid around to cup my breasts."We want to make this good for you," Noah whispered, his breath hot against my ear.Before I could respond, he thrust into me from behind, filling me completely in one smooth motion. The sudden fullness tore a cry from my throat, my head falling back against his shoulder as waves of sensation coursed through me."God, you feel incredible," Noah groaned, giving a few deep, achingly slow thrusts that made my entire body tremble. Each movement was deliberate, opening me up, preparing me. When he finally slipped out, I whimpered at the loss.Liam's hands tightened on my hips. "Now," he commanded, guiding me down onto his length. I sank onto him with a broken moan, my body stretching to accommodate him. Where Noah had been urgent heat, Liam was control

• The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories   My Twin Stepbrothers #3

  They joined me on the platform, one on either side, creating a cocoon of warmth and want. Noah's mouth found mine again, his kiss deeper, more urgent. Liam's lips traced a path along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast. Four hands explored my body with reverent curiosity, discovering what made me sigh, what made me arch, what made me beg."I never thought—" Noah began, his voice breaking as my fingers traced the line of hair disappearing into his unbuttoned jeans."Don't think," I echoed his earlier words, emboldened by desire. "Just feel."Liam's analytical mind seemed to have finally surrendered to sensation. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, his breath catching as the garment fell away. "You're beautiful," he murmured, lowering his head to take a nipple between his lips.I arched into his mouth, gasping as Noah's hand slid between my thighs, fingers tracing the damp lace there. The dual sensation was overwhelming—Liam's mouth hot and insistent, Noah's touch teasing

• The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories   My Twin Stepbrothers #2

  His lips brushed mine, feather-light and questioning. I answered by deepening the kiss, my free hand tangling in his perpetually messy hair. He tasted like mint and possibility, like every forbidden dream I'd ever pushed away.Liam's fingers tightened on my waist, and I felt him press closer behind me, his breath warm against my neck. "God, Jen," he murmured, his usual eloquence reduced to broken syllables.I broke away from Noah's kiss to turn in Liam's arms, studying the face I knew so well yet had never allowed myself to truly see. His carefully maintained composure was fracturing, revealing something raw and hungry beneath."You sure about this?" he asked, his thumb tracing my jawline.Instead of answering with words, I rose on my toes and claimed his mouth. Where Noah's kiss had been gentle exploration, Liam's was controlled intensity—precise and deliberate, like everything else about him. But when I nipped at his lower lip, that control wavered, and he groaned against my mouth.

• The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories   My Twin Stepbrothers #1

  The moment I pressed my fingertips to the obsidian wall panel, I knew tonight would redefine me.I reclined on the black velvet chaise lounge, my body sinking into luxury as the suite's ambient lighting shifted from indigo to violet. The Obsidian Suite lived up to its reputation—mysterious, sensual, and designed for the kind of encounters that belonged only in fantasy. My skin prickled with anticipation beneath my silk slip dress, its material whispering against my thighs whenever I adjusted my position.The Velvet Key Society's algorithm was legendary for its accuracy. Three extensive questionnaires, a psychological profile, and a discreet interview with one of their matchmakers had led me here. Whoever walked through that door would be someone who matched my deepest desires—desires I'd barely admitted to myself.I took another sip of champagne, letting the bubbles dissolve on my tongue as I admired how the room's smart glass walls reflected fractured versions of myself. The suite sm

• The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories   Naughty, Naughty #9

  Matthew's chuckle sent a shiver through me. "Eager for more, aren't you?" His fingers ghosted over the curve of my bottom. "I think we'll start with five. But you'll count them out loud for me, and thank me for each one.""Yes, sir," I breathed, a mix of relief and disappointment flooding through me. I braced myself, unsure whether to hope for gentleness or intensity. The first smack landed with a resounding crack, sending a jolt of sensation through my body. I gasped, my mind reeling for a moment before I remembered my instructions."One, thank you sir," I managed, my voice breathy.Another swift strike, this time on the opposite cheek. The sting blossomed into warmth that spread across my skin."Two, thank you sir," I said, more steadily this time.The third and fourth came in quick succession, each one stoking the fire building within me. I called out the numbers, my gratitude becoming more fervent with each impact.As I awaited the final spank, I found myself arching back slightl

• The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories   Naughty, Naughty #8

  With that, he redoubled his efforts, his tongue circling my clit with devastating precision while his fingers maintained a steady, merciless rhythm. The pleasure built rapidly, almost painfully intense, until I was trembling uncontrollably beneath him."Sir, please," I begged, though I wasn't sure what I was asking for anymore. Release? Mercy? More?"Come for me, Lily," Matthew commanded, his voice brooking no argument.My world exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensation. I convulsed, every muscle in my body contracting as the most powerful orgasm yet crashed over me. Time seemed to stretch and warp, leaving me adrift in a sea of pure bliss.I was still shuddering with aftershocks when I felt Matthew's lips close around my left nipple, still held taut by the clamp. The sharp contrast of pleasure and pain made me cry out, my back arching involuntarily. His fingers remained buried inside me, stroking lazily, as if he couldn't bear to break our connection."God, you're exquisite," he murmur