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The Alpha's Little Whore 04
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Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) My Bestfriend's Older Brother 03
Dinner with Mason was on Wednesday, and I spent the whole day at work distracted, checking my phone more than I should have, wondering if I’d imagined the way he’d looked at me during coffee, the way his fingers had brushed mine and lingered just a second too long.I told myself it was just dinner. Just two old friends catching up, and nothing more.But when he texted me that afternoon: “Picking you up at 7. Wear whatever makes you feel good.”—my stomach did that flip again, and I knew I was lying to myself.I got home early, showered, and stood in front of my closet longer than I wanted to admit. I finally chose the deep red wrap dress I’d bought last year and never had an occasion for—the one that hugged my waist and showed just enough cleavage to feel sexy without being over the top. Heels, hair down, a touch of perfume at my wrists and neck.When he knocked at seven sharp, I opened the door and forgot how to breathe for a second.He was in dark jeans and a black button-down, sleev
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) My Bestfriend's Older Brother 02
I spent the entire next morning trying not to overthink the coffee date with Mason, but of course that’s exactly what I did. I kept replaying the party in my head—the way his eyes had lingered on me when I walked into the kitchen, the small smile that tugged at his mouth when he acknowledged I was definitely not a “kid" anymore, the brief touch when he tucked that loose strand of hair behind my ear. It was nothing and everything at the same time, and by the time I was standing in front of my closet, I’d changed outfits four times.First the sundress, it felt like doing too much for coffee. Then the leggings and oversized sweater, it felt too cozy, like I was trying to look cute without trying. I finally settled on dark jeans that hugged my hips just right, a soft cream-colored blouse that showed a hint of collarbone, and my favorite ankle boots that gave me a little extra height. I let my hair down in loose waves, did minimal makeup—just enough mascara and lip gloss to feel put toget
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) My Bestfriend's Older Brother 01
I hadn’t seen Mason Reed in four years, not since the day he left for basic training right after high school graduation, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, giving Mia a quick hug and me a ruffle on the head like I was still the annoying fourteen-year-old kid who tagged along everywhere.Back then, he was twenty-two, already tall and built from years of football and whatever else he did to fill his time, with that messy dark hair that always fell into his green eyes and a smile that he didn’t give out easily but when he did, it felt like you’d won something.I had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on him— the kind where I’d blush if he said my name, where I’d find excuses to be at Mia’s house when he was home from college on breaks, where I’d replay the few times he’d teased me or helped me with homework in my head for days.He called me “squirt” or “kid,” and I hated it and loved it at the same time.Then he got enlisted, shipped out, and life moved on.Mia and I stayed best f
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) From Being Enemies, To Riding Him 03
Every time Lucas and I ended up alone—whether it was a late-night revision session or a “quick sync” in the supply closet that turned into me on my knees with his hand in my hair—the next day in meetings we’d be twice as vicious to each other.It was like we were punishing ourselves for wanting what we wanted. Or punishing each other for making us want it.The Luxe campaign was in its final stretch. Client presentation was in two weeks, and everything had to be perfect.We were both perfectionists, we were both stubborn, and we were both losing sleep.One Thursday night, the office was empty again except for us. Rain had turned to sleet, tapping hard against the windows like it was trying to get in. We’d been at it for hours—arguing over the voiceover script for the TV spot.I wanted it sensual but empowering, he wanted it raw and unapologetic.“It’s too soft,” he said for the tenth time, leaning back in his chair at the conference table, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. “It sounds li
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) From Being Enemies, To Riding Him 02
The kiss in the conference room didn’t put out the fire between us. If anything, it threw gasoline on it.Days after, I walked into the office determined to act like nothing had happened. I wore my favorite black blazer, the one that made me feel sharp and untouchable, grabbed my usual coffee from the kitchen, and headed to my desk without looking around too much. I told myself I was fine, I told myself he’d probably keep pretending it never happened too.He was already in his office when I passed by, door open, typing on his laptop like the world hadn’t tilted off its axis the night before. He glanced up as I went past, our eyes met for a split second, and then he looked back at his screen without a word, without a nod, without anything.It pissed me off more than it should have.By ten o’clock, he’d already sent an email to the whole creative team with “refinements” to my latest copy. The subject line was polite enough—“Luxe Tagline Updates”—but when I opened the attachment, it was
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) From Being Enemies, To Riding Him 01
I knew I was going to hate Lucas Kane before I even met him.The whispers started the week before he arrived back from the London office. Everyone at Voss & Kane Advertising talked about him like he was some kind of creative messiah— the guy who’d turned failing campaigns into award-winners overseas, the one who could read a client’s mind and sell them their own fantasies back to them wrapped in perfect branding.He was coming home to “shake things up,” the partners said in the all-hands email. Translation: heads would roll if we didn’t impress him.I didn’t care about impressing anyone, I’d clawed my way into the senior copywriter position at twenty-eight by being good—really good. My words sold products, my campaigns won pitches, and right now, I was lead writer on the Luxe Cosmetics rebrand, the biggest account the agency had landed in years.It was my baby, my concepts, my voice, and my vision. No imported hotshot was going to waltz in and ruin it.The Monday he arrived, the open
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