로그인LAUREN "Oh my god, what would I do without you?" Taylor cried, lunging forward and hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. "You’re the best friend anyone could ask for. Seriously." She pulled back, wiping her eyes and tucking a stray blonde extension behind her ear. "He’s more than likely at Liam’s place downtown. They’ve been holed up there all week 'gaming,' which is just code for drinking beer and going berserk. Go there now. Please." "Aye captain, I'm on it," I said, grabbing my purse and heading for the door before she could change her mind. Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to Liam’s apartment. It was a brick building that had seen better days, tucked into a corner of downtown that always smelled like exhaust and cheap pizza. My heart was racing with every step I took toward the entrance. This wasn't just a mission of seeking mercy; this was a heist. I found Liam in the common area, sitting on a raggedy recliner. He looked up as I walked in, a half-eaten taco in one
LAUREN I knew I should have never harbored a single feeling for Nolan Balor. I knew it from the very first day Taylor brought him over to our dorm, grinning like she’d just won the lottery. He was tall, with that messy dark hair and eyes that looked like they could see right through your clothes if he stared long enough. He was her boyfriend, which meant he was totally off-limits, a forbidden zone, a geographical location on the map of my life that should have been cordoned off with yellow police tape. But somehow, I’ve never been the kind of girl to play it safe. I’ve never been one to stick to the rules, especially when the rules felt like they were designed to keep me away from the only thing I actually wanted. Does that make me a bad friend? Probably. Actually, definitely. If there was a handbook for "How Not to Be a Total Backstabber," I’d probably be the lead example in the first chapter. But honestly, standing there day after day, watching them together, I reached a
DAKOTA I didn't say a word. I just reached out, my fingers trembling as I touched the pulse point at the base of his neck, our eyes burning into each other's. The collision was instant and brutal. He leaned in, and our lips met in a warm, hot, and intense crash that made my head spin. It wasn't hesitant this time; it was a demand. A very loud and clear demand.He tasted like hot, messy sin and the lingering sweetness probably from the wine he had during dinner. Conrad’s large hands were possessive and experienced as they slid under the hem of my shirt in a torturously slow and deliberate manner. I let out a broken gasp against his mouth as his palms skimmed over my ribs, sending tingling sensations all over my hypersensitive skin. Conrad didn't for once break from the kiss. He slowly reached around with a precision that made my brain go fuzzy, unbuckling my bra with a single, practiced motion. I was tired of waiting, tired of the barriers. I was craving him with an urgency that
DAKOTA The clinking of forks against expensive ceramic plates felt like a series of small explosions in Tiffany's fairly large dining room. I sat there, staring down at a mountain of spaghetti and meatballs that usually would have had me drooling, but right then, it felt like the little I'd eaten was stirring uncomfortably in the pit of my stomach. I felt like I was going to implode.And no, it wasn't just Conrad’s presence. It wasn't even the memory of that kiss—though “kiss” felt like a mild word for the way he’d basically rebranded my soul in the span of three minutes. That kiss had been super delicious, a messy, honey-flavored collision that had exceeded every wild, late-night imagination I’d ever had back in Colorado.The real reason I felt like a ticking time bomb was about to explode was Tiffany.She had walked in. She had seen us. And she had been so cool about it. That was the unsettling part. The idea that his mother was basically giving us a silent thumbs-up made my sk
DAKOTAHe reached out, his long finger pointing to a picture on the page—a grainy shot of seven-year-old me hugging a scruffy, golden puppy."You looked so adorable there," he whispered, his voice dangerously close to my ear. "Look at those pigtails. You were so tiny."I let out a shaky chuckle, trying to regain my composure. "I remember that summer. Tiffany and I had gone out to get groceries at that little market on Main, and we found her behind the dumpsters. I begged Tiff for two hours to let me keep her."Conrad chuckled, and the sound was so deep and rich it felt like it vibrated through my entire body. "I remember. You named her Goldie. You were obsessed.""I was," I said, shaking my head as I stared at the photo. "And then we found out she belonged to that family. I thought my heart was literally breaking when they came to get her.""You cried for three days straight," Conrad said, his voice softening. "I had to bring you three boxes of those fudge pops to get you to stop."I
DAKOTAThe second I saw Conrad Hilton standing there on that gravel driveway under the sweltering Ohio sun, I knew this summer was going to be the most beautifully fucked up three months of my life.Yellow Springs hadn't changed. It was still that dreamy, bubbling, small town where everyone knew your business even before you did. But Conrad? Conrad had changed in ways that should have been considered illegal. He was my mom’s best friend’s son. We’d grown up together right here, running through cornfields and skinning our knees on the same pavement until my mom finalized her divorce with my dad five years ago. She’d dragged me to Colorado for a fresh start, and while the mountains were great, I’d spent every single night since then tethered to Conrad through a phone screen. We’d talked every day. FaceTime, late-night texts, snaps and whatever two people who weren't in the same location used in communicating. I thought I knew him. But seeing him in high definition made my lungs f
NATALYA The fluorescent lights of the accounting firm had spent the last eight hours carving a pounding headache on my skull. By the time I turned the key in the lock of Max’s penthouse, my shoulders were up around my ears and my feet were screaming in my designer pumps.I loved Max, and I loved
CLARAThe drive home was a complete blur of neon lights and the lingering, electric hum in my lower abdomen. Every time I shifted in the leather seat of my Bentley, the friction of my thighs reminded me of Tyler—of the weight of him, the scent of his skin, and the way he had methodically dismantled
COACH LEOI had spent seven years in between iron and sweat. To me, a gym wasn't just a place to burn calories. It was an arena for transformation, and as a head fitness instructor, I took pride in sculpting bodies. My passion was in taking the soft, unrefined, stagnant, and turning them into some
COACH LEO“Yes! I want your cock.” She screamed, ass bouncing relentlessly against my cock. “Fuck me, coach.”That was all I needed to fire up my pace. My thrusts became much more demanding. Faster. Harder. I watched us in the mirror, fascinated by the collision of our flesh. I could see the way h







