로그인He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of my ear, hips still holding that maddening, unyielding pressure. “Is that a moan?” I couldn’t form words. I only tried to push my hips down onto him, but his hands gripped my waist and held me still. “Where do you think you’re going, hmm?” He whispered the words hot against my skin as he sank in—inch by inch—forcing my body to take him. My nails dug into his forearms. “Fuck—” he breathed, forehead dropping to mine. “You’re still so tight after coming on my tongue.” I moaned in answer, body stretching and tightening around him at the same time. “Tell me,” he said again, and I felt his voice vibrate through me. “Tell me how much you missed me.” “I… I missed you so much,” I breathed, barely audible. “I want you so much.” “I’m happy to hear that.” He kept stretching me, slow and relentless, until I was full—so full I couldn’t breathe. His hips flushed against mine, buried to the root, and the pressure of him inside me made my v
I hadn't even recovered from the way his fingers had tortured me. Then he dropped to his knees and pushed my thighs open. *We don't have time for this!* I wanted to protest, but the words died in my throat. He kissed me right there—then dragged his tongue straight up my center in one long, unbroken stroke. I cried out, hands fisting in his hair. He devoured me like he was starving—broad, wet stripes over my clit, then lower, his tongue pushing inside me while his thumbs held me open. The wet, obscene sounds filled the cramped trailer, mingling with the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant, muffled noise of the set outside. My hips jerked off the couch. I was already soaked, and every pass of his tongue only made it worse—hotter, wetter, more desperate. He sucked my clit between his lips, flicked it hard with the tip of his tongue, and slid two fingers into me at the same time. The stretch pulled a broken moan from my chest. He curled them, found that spot t
“I can’t help it. I missed you so much.”He replied, “It’s only been a few hours. Calm down.”I really tried. Every effort I made only seemed to encourage him.His other hand slid down my stomach, fingers skating lower, clearly aiming for the waistband of my pants. If I let him, I wouldn’t be able to hold back either.I caught his wrist just in time and pulled it away, even as my body protested the loss.“Time’s up,” I said, softer than I meant to.His face fell. The playful heat in his eyes dimmed instantly, and it made my heart ache.“Look… I’m sorry, but soon you’ll be needed out there.”“I really wanted more,” he said quietly, looking genuinely sad. “But if you don’t want to… I appreciate the little time we shared. I can’t wait for today to be over. Thank you for letting me have this moment with you.”*God, he is so polite about it.*And that politeness was doing dangerous things to me. My pulse was still racing, my skin still humming from his hands, and the ache between my legs h
The moment the words left my mouth, his hands came up to cradle my face, gentle at first—then his mouth claimed mine.The kiss was hungry, deep, the kind that said he’d been holding himself back for far too long. I could barely breathe; he was literally stealing the air from my lungs. His lips moved against mine with fierce intensity, tongue sweeping in to taste me, and I felt my carefully constructed walls begin to crack.I moaned into his mouth. His arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his body. That insistent pressure against my lower stomach was impossible to ignore now. He was still hard, still aching, and the knowledge sent a low pulse of heat between my own legs.His hands slid down my back, then lower, gripping my ass as he walked me backward until my shoulders met the wall. He never broke the kiss. One of his thighs slipped between mine, pressing upward just enough to make my breath hitch. I clutched at the front of his robe, fingers curling into the fabric lik
Eric had gotten close enough to ask."She said something offensive, didn't she?"I just smiled—the kind of smile that said not worth the energy."Nothing to worry about. I need to check on Tarzan."I left him there and walked toward Tarzan's trailer. The moment I knocked and pushed the door open, I stopped short. The interior was far more spacious—and far more luxurious—than I'd expected. Soft lighting, expensive furniture. I found myself turning slowly in place, admiring the space.So this is what a celebrity trailer looks like?Suddenly, strong arms slid around my waist from behind, pulling me flush against a solid chest. I gasped, startled, my body going rigid for a second."Lena… I missed you so much."His voice came hotly against my ear.I missed him too. Since morning, he'd been busy—with that silly blonde lady."What do you think you're doing, Mr.…?" I said, trying to hide the fact that I wanted him to keep holding me for a long, long time."I want you to stay right here in my
I felt my spine stiffen, but I forced myself to stay calm and refused to let her insults get under my skin. “I’m his manager, yes.” “Be useful and fetch me another cold bottle. This one’s warm. And while you’re at it, tell the lighting guy the backlight is making me look washed out. I don’t do washed out.”She instructed with an air of pride. I stared at her for a second, confused. “I’m sorry, but I’m not a runner,” I said carefully. “If you need something, there are people assigned for that.” Her eyebrows lifted in exaggerated surprise, her mouth dropping open as she pressed a hand to her chest. Then she laughed—that kind of exaggerated laugh meant to provoke. She glanced left and right, then back at me. “Oh, you’re jealous of me.” “What?” The word slipped out before I could stop it, astonishment getting the better of me. “Yes, that’s what this attitude is all about. Am I right? You’re jealous because Mr. Silver is working with me—and he’s attracted to me.”"Attracted to y
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste







