LOGINBailey POVHe kissed down my neck. My collarbone. Took each nipple into his mouth again, sucking slow, making me squirm beneath him. Then his tongue traced a line down my stomach, slow and wet, making my muscles tighten with every inch.He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him.Then he spread my thighs apart.His eyes dropped between my legs. My pussy was swollen, wet, glistening from the orgasm I just had."Look at you," he murmured. "So beautiful."Then he lowered his mouth."Oh God," I gasped.His tongue was soft and hot, sliding thick against me, licking slow from bottom to top. He tasted my juice, groaning against my skin like it was the best thing he'd ever had."So sweet," he breathed. "Like peaches."A whimper fell from my lips.He found my clit and circled it gently, then sucked it between his lips. My back arched off the bed."Mark... oh my God..."He ate me like he had all the time in the world. Slow, deep licks
Bailey POVThe drive back to my apartment was silent.Not awkward silence. The kind that sits under your skin. The kind that fills the car with electricity so thick you can almost taste it.His hand rested on the gear shift. My thigh was inches away. Neither of us closed the gap.Not yet.He parked outside my building and killed the engine. We sat there for a second, the quiet pressing in around us.Then I opened my door.He followed.We walked up the stairs without a word. I unlocked my apartment, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.The second the door closed behind him, I turned around.He was right there.Close enough to touch.Close enough to taste.I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into me.Our mouths collided. Hard. Hungry. His hands found my waist, gripping tight, pulling me flush against his body. I kissed him deep, my tongue sliding against his, tasting that flavor that had been haunting me for weeks. Coffee and honey. Rich and addictive.He groaned into m
Bailey POVI changed outfits four times.The first was jeans and a blouse. Too casual. The second was a skirt and a sweater. Too plain. The third was black pants and a fitted top. Too safe.I stood in front of my closet in nothing but my underwear, hands on my hips, staring at the rack like it owed me an answer.This was just dinner.Just dinner.With a nineteen-year-old boy whose fingers were inside me two hours ago.I closed my eyes and exhaled.My hand reached past everything sensible and pulled out a dress I hadn't worn in over a year. Wine red. Fitted. A neckline that dipped low enough to show the curve of my chest without giving everything away. And a slit that ran up the left side, stopping high on my thigh.I held it against my body and looked in the mirror.This was not casual.This was not "just dinner."This was a statement.I put it on anyway.The fabric hugged my waist, my hips, falling smooth against my legs. I left my hair down, loose around my shoulders. Light makeup.
Bailey POVThis kiss was nothing like the first one. The first one had been careful. Slow. A question.This was an answer.His lips moved against mine hard and hungry, his tongue pushing past my lips, tasting me deep. I grabbed his bare shoulders, my fingers digging into his wet skin, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.A groan rumbled through his chest."God," he breathed against my mouth. "You taste like peaches and whipped cream."The words sent a shiver ripping down my spine.He kissed me again. Deeper. His body pressed flush against mine, pinning me to the wall. I could feel everything. His wet chest soaking through my shirt. His stomach flat against mine. And lower, his dick growing hard against my thigh, thickening with every second.His hand left the wall.Slid down my side.Over my hip.His fingers found the waistband of my track pants and slipped inside. Past the elastic. Past my panties. Until his fingers pressed against my pussy, slick and swollen."Ahhh," I g
Bailey POVI kept my distance for another week.At the academy, I stayed on the opposite side of the track during general practice. I coached my groups, ran my drills, and pretended the sprint section didn't exist.But my eyes always drifted.Mark was with Coach Kennedy's group now for the general session. I watched from across the field as Kennedy ran them through relay drills. Mark moved through the exercises with ease, his body cutting through every rep like a machine.I looked away before anyone noticed me staring.Practice ended late. The sky had turned a deep orange by the time most of the athletes cleared out. I was packing up my cones when I spotted it.An iPod sitting on the bench near the sprint lane.I walked over and picked it up. It looked expensive. Rose gold case. Engraved initials on the back.M.K.Mark's.I'd seen it before. He'd had it plugged into his ears as he casually strolled into our private sessions.I should have left it on the bench. Should have handed it to
Bailey POVThe days after our last conversation should have felt lighter.I said what I needed to say. Drew the line. Shut it down. That was supposed to be the end of it.So why couldn't I stop thinking about him?It found myself doing things I wouldn't do. Little things I tried to ignore.Picking out a better jacket before practice instead of grabbing whatever was closest. Putting on lip gloss in the car before walking into the academy. Checking my reflection one too many times in the rearview mirror.For who, Bailey?I didn't answer my own question.At the academy, I kept my distance from the sprint group. But my eyes always found him. Across the track. Between drills. During water breaks. He never looked my way anymore. Never lingered after sessions. Never called or texted.He gave me exactly what I asked for.Space.And I hated every second of it.I noticed things I had no business noticing. The way his shorts hung low on his hips. The way sweat rolled down the side of his neck du
Monalisa POV.From Salt Lake Express bus station, I rode the town bus from the South Strip transit terminal all the way to the University of Nevada, Las Vegas.During the short trip, I used my phone to search for affordable hostels and dormitories in the area.My mother had sent me $1k for my lodgi
Maya POV.Hot water ran down my body as I placed my hands on the tiled wall.I was taking a shower to wash away the sand and soil that was glued to my body from this night's ordeal.We had just gotten home around 11:30 p.m. after writing a statement at the police station.Mr. Jonah hadn't said much
Maya POV.I sat on the couch feeling so agitated.When was he coming back?I kept checking the time.I needed to talk to him.He'd been gone all afternoon and it was already 7p.m.I was restless and uncomfortable. I really wanted to smooth things out between us.In the hours while he was gone, afte
Maya POV.I was stunned to see that the gift that my boyfriend had casually dismissed was a designer jewelry going for thousands of dollars online.Wow.He'd gotten me this necklace as a gift for taking my virginity.Did it mean that much to him? Or was it me? Did I mean that much to him at the ti







