LOGINMargot moved up the bed toward me slow, giving me every second to change my mind, and I didn't take a single one of them."Tell me if anything is too much," she said, settling alongside me, her hand coming to rest warm on my stomach, right on the soft part I'd spent years apologizing for.She looked at it like it was lovely."We go at whatever pace you want. There is no clock here. There's just you, and how good I'm going to make you feel."She kissed me then, finally, and it was nothing like I'd braced for.Soft, unhurried, her mouth learning mine while her hand stroked lazy circles on my belly.I made a small sound against her lips and she swallowed it like something precious, and the kiss went deeper, and I felt three years of armor start to come loose at the seams."There she is," Margot murmured against my mouth."Let me see you. Let me have all of it."She kissed her way down, taking her time, treating every inch of me like it deserved her full attention.The hollow of my throat
She had me change behind a folding screen into the things I'd brought, the lingerie I'd bought online at midnight and almost returned twice.My hands shook on the clasps.When I stepped out from behind the screen in deep blue lace, every old instinct screamed at me to cover up, to cross my arms over my stomach, to apologize for the parts of me that didn't match a magazine.Margot looked up from where she was adjusting a lamp, and whatever was on her face stopped all of that cold."Oh," she said, soft and low, like the breath had been knocked out of her."Tessa. Look at you."Heat rushed up my neck."You don't have to""I'm not saying anything I don't mean. I never do."She set the lamp down and came toward me slowly, her eyes moving over me with open, unhurried appreciation, and it was so different from my ex's flick-and-away glance that my eyes prickled."May I move you where I want you? I'll tell you everything before I touch you. You can stop me anytime, for any reason or no reason
I almost didn't get out of the car when I pulled up outside the studio.I sat in the lot for a full ten minutes with the engine off, staring at the frosted glass door with the gold lettering, talking myself into and out of it about six times.A boudoir shoot.The thing I'd bought myself as a gift after the divorce finalized, a way of saying my body was still mine and still worth looking at, and now that the day had come I wanted to drive home and pretend I'd never booked it.Forty-one years old and hiding in a parking lot like a teenager.The text came through right as my hand found the keys again. *Door's open whenever you're ready.No rush.Coffee's on. — Margot.*That was the thing that got me out of the car.The *no rush*.I went in.The studio inside was warm and low-lit, nothing like the cold clinical place I'd braced for.Exposed brick, soft lamps, a wall of windows with sheer curtains drawn across them filtering the afternoon into something golden.A wide bed dressed in cream
The luxurious private cabin at the back of the first-class section was something I never knew existed.It was surprisingly small but incredibly luxurious, with a proper comfortable bed, soft romantic lighting, and complete soundproofing according to a grinning Landon, who seemed extremely pleased and deeply amused with my completely shocked expression."This is insane," I said for what felt like the hundredth time that night."How is this even remotely legal?" "When you personally own the entire plane and the airline that operates it, a whole lot of things suddenly become perfectly legal." He closed and locked the door behind us."Now then, where were we?" He advanced on me slowly with predatory intent, and I found myself backing up until my knees hit the soft edge of the bed and I tumbled backward onto the soft mattress.He followed me down immediately, covering my body completely with his, kissing me with the same burning intensity as before."I was absolutely nowhere near done with
The first-class bathroom was, exactly as Landon had promised, surprisingly spacious.He was waiting when I slipped inside, and the moment the door locked behind me, his hungry mouth was on mine.He kissed like he apparently did absolutely everything else in his entire life, with confident intensity that left no room for hesitation or second-guessing.His large confident hands immediately found my hips and pulled me firmly flush against him, and I could feel how hard he already was through his tailored pants."We have to be quiet," I gasped when he finally let me breathe."If anyone hears us..." "Then we'll be very, very quiet." He spun me around so I was facing the mirror, his chest pressed against my back."Watch yourself.Watch what I do to you." His hands slid up my blouse, popping buttons one by one with practiced efficient fingers until he could cup my full breasts through my lace bra.I watched breathlessly in the mirror as he squeezed and kneaded, my nipples hardening visibly a
The first-class cabin was nearly empty on the red-eye flight from New York to Los Angeles.I had splurged on the upgrade using accumulated miles, desperate for some peace and quiet after a week of brutal depositions that had left me emotionally drained.As a litigation attorney, I was used to stress, but this case had pushed me to my absolute limits, and I just wanted to close my eyes and not think about anything for six blissful hours.That plan went out the window the moment I saw who was sitting in the seat next to mine. Landon Sterling.Tech billionaire. Notorious playboy.Currently gracing the cover of every business magazine with that infuriatingly perfect jaw and those piercing grey eyes that seemed to be perpetually amused by some private joke.I recognized him immediately from the countless articles I'd read, not because I was interested in tech news but because it was impossible to exist in the modern world without knowing who Landon Sterling was.He was thirty-two, self-mad
I'd told Nathan about the fantasy once, drunk on wine and post-orgasm honesty."I want to feel completely full," I'd whispered against his chest. "Two at once. Both inside me at the same time. I want to know what that feels like."He'd been quiet for so long I thought he'd fallen asleep. Then he'd
Five months ago Jace Holden caught me with my hand in my underwear in a wine cellar at our parents’ engagement party. He watched me finish. Talked me through it. Called me stepsister while I came. I went back to college and touched myself to the memory of his voice every night for five months. No
The words fall out of my mouth before I decide to say them, and what I just said is the most brutal truth of our entire relationship. He doesn’t respond for a long time. The ceiling fan clicks above us in a rhythm that sounds too steady for what just happened in this room. “Does that make me a w
They arrange me with the efficiency of men who have done this before, The coordination of it, the way they move around my body without speaking, tells me everything I need to know about how many women have been in this position before me. Ray lies down on the floor and pulls me on top of him, gu







