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A Better Start
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2024-11-19 04:46:53
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A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Against the Window
HarperI cry out, pleasure radiating through my body as Damien reaches around and thumbs my clit in time with his hard, deep thrusts.โHow does it feel, little red bird?โ he asks as he makes me come again.โS-So good.โ My teeth chatter, and my knees are weak.He forces a third orgasm out of my body. Then a fourth. And still he doesnโt cum.โDamien,โ I beg. โPlease.โ Damien must be close. I know he has to be close. โPlease, Damien, cum inside me!โโMmm, my good girl.โ He slaps my ass, and my whole body tenses. I come again, and this time, as my body spasms around him, he finally grunts a few times and joins me.He groans, and his whole body shudders, but heโs still holding me up when my knees give out and I would have slid down the glass. He keeps pumping in and out of me until both our tremors cease.I canโt believe I just fucked a billionaire! I look back over my shoulder, and Damien is giving me a dirty look, as though he can read my mind.โDo you always last that long?โ I ask him.
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-11-21A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Sugar Baby
HarperOn Thursday, I get another ding on my phone from At a Loose End. I sigh. If it werenโt for the fact I havenโt been paid for my date with Damien yet, Iโd have taken down my profile by now. I need that payment to process and hit my bank account!I look at my screen. Tomรกs. Heโs offering less than anyone else Iโve dated for me to go with him to a quinceaรฑera on Saturday. I know I should decline, but a message pings right away, and I feel compelled to read what he has to say.EspanolEsVida1: I know I havenโt offered a lot, but please hear me out @ArtIsMyLife33. My ex-wife is going to be at my nieceโs quinceaรฑera this Saturday, and sheโs bringing a date. I absolutely, positively have to bring a younger, hotter date. I know that sounds shallow, but this woman destroyed my life. She destroyed me. She cheated, and my niece still wants her at her quinceaรฑera. Iโm desperate. Help!Thinking back on what Rafe did to me, I am galvanized into action.ArtIsMyLife33: Please, call me Harper. An
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-11-22A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Driving a Stick
HarperIt feels just like old times. Except, instead of sitting in a beat-up old Corolla, weโre peeling through the city streets in a brand new red Ferrari.Rafe guides my hand expertly on the stick shift, his hand warm on mine, his strong fingers fitting right where they used to.โHowโve you been, Harper?โ he asks. โHowโs the painting going?โโI just actually had a big break,โ I reply. โSo, thatโs been nice. I might be getting busy pretty soon.โโBut not too busy to see me.โ He gives me puppy-dog eyes.โNo,โ I reply softly. โNot too busy to see you.โHe grins as we pull into the parking lot behind a sports bar. It looks like a bit of a dive, but then, he used to like those. Especially when people started to recognize him from college football. These types of places, nobody bothered him.Rafe takes off his seatbelt, then leans over to undo mine, following it all the way to the other side of my body. I can feel his breath on my cheek. He smells the same, like musk and the same cologne
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-11-23A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Three Men and Counting
HarperScott Bauer: Hey, Harper. What are you doing this weekend?I roll over and look at my phone. My adrenaline spikes with both excitement and trepidation. It’s Scott!We haven’t corresponded all week, and this is the first time I’m realizing it. I am such a bad girlfriend.Potential girlfriend.Hey, wait, why hasn’t he texted me before now?I might be a little indignant, actually.Harper Ward: Hey, stranger. How’ve you been?Scott Bauer: Missing you. *cheese emoji*I laugh.Harper Ward: LOL, liar. You been busy?Scott Bauer: *pouty face emoji* I really have missed you. But yeah, busy. Some asshole crop duster was a little off on his aim and sprayed pesticides on a small area of the farm.I wince, and text back quickly.Harper Ward: Oh, Scott, I’m so sorry. That sucks big time.Scott Bauer: Yeah, well, I had to rip out that crop. It’s all fix
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-11-24A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Envy Green
Tomás¿Ella está aquí para mí? I couldn’t believe who I was seeing. Helena, perhaps the most dedicated, intelligent, beautiful student I’ve ever had the pleasure of teaching, had walked up to my car. I thought for a moment she’d been heading for the tan Ford, but no. Helena is my date.Helena is my date!I have to keep checking that she’s here next to me in my Volvo. It’s just surreal.Helena puts her hand on my thigh. Mi chile is not immune to this, even though I know it’s meant to be a comforting gesture. I mean, the most sexy woman that I’ve ever seen has her hand six inches from my huevos. “I’m here, and I’m going to be right here the whole time, Tomás.”Of course. I need to remember she’s doing this as a favor for me because of Carmen.Por Dios, I hate that woman. Sitting there, naked, on my bed with that pendejo she’d
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-11-25A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย The Naughty Professor
TomásI’m sure Carmen’s humiliation was masterful and her exit the perfect end to a toxic relationship. I was only tertiarily aware of it, however. As soon as that disgusting cerdo of a man began eye-fucking Helena, I was only aware of the blood rushing in my ears.It’s a good thing Alex is a dentist, because if they hadn’t left when they did, I was going to knock his teeth out. “I’m sorry, Helena. I didn’t expect that man would be such a pig.”She slides her hand into mine and squeezes it. “I kind of did, so don’t worry about it.”I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “You were spectacular.”“You weren’t even paying attention,” she replies shrewdly.“No.” I brush my fingers through the hair at the back of her neck, the part she’s left down. “I wasn’t.” I lean close to her.She cups my cheeks, k
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-11-26A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย A Lesson in Os
Harper“Lie back,” Tomás tells me, and I lay down on the cold, hard surface of his desk. It’s kinda hot.He leans over me, pressing his palms to the desktop on either side of me. “God, you are so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder. He latches onto my nipple next, and I whimper, gripping the edge of the desk and arching my back.“Profe,” I beg. “I’m ready. Please, fuck me.”Tomás groans and one hand disappears behind the desk. He lines his head up to press against my entrance. While he’s still sucking my nipple, he starts to push inside of me.He’s so wide. Not as long as Scott, but definitely thicker, if that’s even possible. He stretches me wall to wall and I throw my head back, gasping as he goes in to the hilt.“Do you like that?” he asks.As if I’m going to tell him no! “Si, profe,” I reply.&l
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-11-27A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Disowned and Dismissed
HarperMy mother gasps. “What are you saying?”“I’m saying get out of my apartment,” I state clearly.“Yeah, get out!” McKenzy backs me up.“I swear, young lady, the moment we step foot out that door, you can consider yourself officially disowned,” my father snaps, rising and tugging my mother up with him. “You’re going against decency, and I will not have that in my house!”“This isn’t your house,” I remind him. “And you go ahead and take that up with your preacher or whoever. I’m completely at peace with my decision.”Melody stands and puts her arms around my parents. “I’m so sorry this turned out so horribly. I’d hope to help you intervene.”“You’re the biggest whore I’ve ever met,” McKenzy says snarkily.“Melody has repented,” my father says. “As should
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2024-11-28
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A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย She Has to Chose
*Harper*The studio is packed, with dozens of people filtering in and out, drinking champagne, admiring the work, and talking in hushed tones. McKenzy stands beside me, her eyes wide as she watches a well-dressed couple argue over who gets to buy one of her handmade pieces. Across the room, a small cluster of critics and collectors linger in front of one of my paintings, nodding thoughtfully. I feel like I might burst into a thousand bright, brilliant colors all over one of my canvases. After weeks of planning and stressing, weโre watching our dreams come true in real time.Damien, true to his word, has invited half the cityโฆ the important half, at that, the art world elite, the socialites, the people with bottomless bank accounts and a thirst for status are walking around our space, bidding for our work. I exhale, trying to ground myself, but McKenzy grabs my arm, squeezing hard.โHarper,โ she whispers, โMichael Fucking Vernon is here.โI blink at her, confused for half a second bef
A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย A Swift Kick to the Nuts
*Harper*I tell myself Iโm being dramatic, but even as I try to talk myself down, my hands tremble where they rest on my lap. The air in the private box feels too still, like the whole stadium is holding its breath right along with me.I hate that my brain goes right to Jeff McNaught. I know heโs not supposed to be here. Heโs suspended, kicked off the premises, and if he so much as buys a hot dog from a vendor outside the stadium, someone will recognize him.But logic doesnโt help. Maybe itโs just PTSD, but Iโd clocked Jeff as a sleaze the second I met him, and heโs done nothing to help that. Our last encounter really left me shaken, and Iโm genuinely terrified of facing him again.As long as the door stays closed, I tell myself Iโm safe, even though the game has just ended. Thankfully, the 49ers won. I should go down to greet Rafe, but I decide to stay here and wait for Damien so Iโm not navigating the stadium on my own.More than anything, Iโm pissed at Damien for leaving me when he
A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Old Anxiety
*Damien*Harper sits across from me on the jet, barefoot, her legs tucked up under her like weโre on her beat-up couch instead of a leather seat that probably cost more than her apartment. She fits in my world about as well as a paint-splattered easel in a corporate boardroom, yet I still find her absolutely irresistible. I love the way she cracks me open, lets in sunlight where there used to be nothing but polished surface and empty space.She catches me staring and grins, her hair a messy halo around her face. โWhat? Did I spill soy sauce on my shirt again?โโNo.โ I sip my scotch, savoring the burn, the way it sharpens my focus. โIโm just admiring the view.โShe rolls her eyes, but thereโs a blush rising to her cheeks, and it kills me how easily I can get under her skin. No one else blushes for me. Not the models, not the debutantes, not the socialites whoโd sell their souls to spend a night in my bed. Only her.San Francisco glows under a soft sunset by the time we land, and inste
A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Future Expectations
*Scott*Harperโs been acting different all afternoon. Itโs subtle enough that most people would miss it, but I know her too well. Sheโs smiling too tightly, laughing with a little too much energy, fidgeting in the way she only does when sheโs trying to hide something. I could probably write a field guide to Harper Wardโs anxious ticks, and theyโre all fully on display today.Weโre hanging the last of her paintings in the studio, lining up each piece sheโs created for her gallery showing. Harperโs perched on the step stool, holding a canvas while I measure and mark the wall. Sheโs so focused now, sheโs barely breathing.โAll right,โ I say, stepping back. โThatโs level.โโGreat,โ she says, but the smile doesnโt quite reach her eyes.I hand her the hammer, and she drives the nail into place with more force than necessary, her knuckles tight around the handle.โOkay, whatโs going on?โ I ask, leaning my shoulder against the wall. โBecause if you hit that nail any harder, weโre gonna end up
A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Ex-Friends
*Harper*I stare at the dining table, wondering if Iโve overdone it. Iโve definitely overdone it. McKenzy, Melody, and I are the only three having dinner, but Iโve cooked enough for a small army. Roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, a side salad, and fresh bread with this fancy herb butter that McKenzy made sit on the table ready to be consumed. I even baked a peach cobbler because I remember Melody liking peaches when we were kids.I know itโs ridiculous since this is just a dinner to discuss baby shower plans, but my anxiety has forced me to create something that feels warm and welcoming, even if this entire situation is about as awkward as it gets. McKenzy peeks over my shoulder as I straighten a fork for the fourth time.โYou want to tell me why youโre acting like youโre hosting the damn royal family?โ she asks sarcastically.I snort. โBecause I have no idea how this is going to go, and if itโs a disaster, at least I can feed her into a food coma,โ I tell her honestly, laying
A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Pampered
*Tomas*I know Harper well enough by now to see when stress is eating her alive, even when she tries to hide it behind that bright, brave smile. Her art show has been consuming every spare second of her time, and on top of that, she still acts like Carmen is going to jump out at her every time weโre out together.Thatโs why today is all about her.She has no idea what I have planned, and the look of surprise when I show up at her door with a coffee in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other makes me feel like I already won the day.โBuenos dรญas, preciosa.โ I kiss her cheek as she opens the door, stepping inside before she can protest. โIโm stealing you for the day.โShe blinks at me, still in her robe, hair a messy knot on top of her head. โStealing me? What do you mean?โโI made an itinerary.โ I wave a folded piece of paper in front of her face, then set it on the counter. โYou deserve a โyou day,โ Harper. No painting, no stress. Just you being pampered like the queen you are.โH
A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Chaos and Beauty Collide
*Harper*Iโm practically vibrating with excitement when I burst into the apartment, nearly knocking poor McKenzy off the couch. Sheโs got paint in her hair, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap, and her laptop open to some DIY tutorial. The moment she sees my face, her eyes go wide.โOkay, whatโs got you bouncing off the walls like a caffeinated squirrel?โ she asks, grinning as she sets her popcorn aside.โWeโre doing it!โ I practically sing, spinning in a circle. โWeโre having our art show. And itโs going to be huge.โMcKenzy gasps and leaps off the couch to grab my hands. โShut up. Are you serious? How did this happen?โโDamien,โ I answer, breathless from my impromptu happy dance. โI mentioned it to him, and before I could even finish the sentence, he had this whole plan. He said heโs going to blast it all over social media and call in favors from every art critic, influencer, and high-society snob he knows.โMcKenzyโs jaw drops. โHoly shit. You know what this means, right?โโThat
A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย Big Ideas
*Harper*McKenzyโs perched on top of a step stool, paintbrush clenched between her teeth, holding two wildly different knobs up to a half-finished dresser. One is sleek brass, the other shaped like a ceramic lemon.โIโm thinking weird fruit motif,โ she says around the brush. โOr is that too quirky farm wife?โโKnowing you,โ I say, smearing cobalt blue across my latest canvas, โitโs exactly the right amount of quirky farm wife.โShe grins and tosses the lemon knob into her tool bag. โPerfect. If Scott hates it, Iโll tell him to take it up with my creative genius.โThe studio feels especially bright today, sunlight spilling through the windows, illuminating the organized chaos weโve turned it into. My corner smells like oil paint and turpentine. McKenzyโs side smells like sawdust and wood stain.McKenzy spins on her stool, eyeing my painting. โThatโs new.โโJust started it last night,โ I say. โItโs about Melody. Sort of.โShe leans closer, frowning slightly. โItโs angry.โโItโs complica
A Sketch Away From Perfectย ย ย A Sour Melody
*Harper*My third cup of coffee sits half-finished on the table, paint still clinging to the edges of my nails from a morning spent lost in my latest piece. McKenzyโs out running errands, the apartment is quiet, and Iโm riding the kind of creative high that only comes when everything just clicks.Iโm about to dip my brush into a streak of deep teal when my phone buzzes. I grab it without thinking, expecting McKenzy or Scott or maybe one of the guys.Itโs the gallery in Chicago.My stomach flips.โHello?โ I answer, trying not to sound like someone who just inhaled a cinnamon roll while juggling a paintbrush between her teeth.โHarper! Itโs Stephanie at the Whitney.โ Her voice is bright, almost bubbly. Thatโs already a good sign.โHi!โ I tuck the phone between my ear and shoulder, scrambling for a notepad in case I need to write anything down.โI hope Iโm not interrupting, but I wanted to call personally,โ Stephanie says. โWeโve had some really wonderful interest in your work after that
