LOGINEmma stood outside 229 Oak Hill Lane at 9:17 p.m., the bass from inside thumping through her ribs. The house was ridiculous—three stories of glass and stone, lights pulsing pink and purple like some Instagram influencer’s wet dream. She’d worn a simple black dress that hugged her curves, no bra, no panties exactly like he’d ordered, and the night air kept brushing between her legs, reminding her how insane this was.Sarah had texted three times already: WHERE ARE YOU?? I’m at the movies alone like a loser. Emma lied and said she had cramps. Guilt sat heavy in her stomach, but the second she pictured Blake’s hands, the guilt got shoved down by something hotter.She slipped in through the side gate instead of the front door. The backyard was packed—red Solo cups everywhere, cheerleaders grinding on the football team, Madison holding court on the patio in a tiny white skirt that barely covered her ass. Blake was right there next to her, arm loose around her waist, laughing at somethi
Emma woke up with her thighs still sore and a purple bruise the size of a quarter right under her ear. She stared at it in the bathroom mirror, toothbrush hanging from her mouth. Last night she’d told herself it was a one-time mistake—pure hate-fueled stupidity. This morning her body was calling her a liar; just thinking about his cock stretching her made her clit pulse again.Sarah barged into the bathroom without knocking, took one look, and whistled. “Jesus, Em. Did a vampire attack or did Blake Caldwell actually put his mouth on you?”“Shut up.” Emma yanked her hair into a high ponytail, trying to hide the mark. “It was a stupid ten-minute thing in the library bathroom. Never happening again.”Sarah leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Ten minutes and he left a hickey like that? Girl, your ‘never again’ is already sweating.” She tossed Emma a tube of concealer. “Use the heavy-duty one. Madison’s gonna sniff blood the second she sees it.”School felt different today. Every
Emma adjusted the strap of her backpack for the third time that morning, the canvas digging into her shoulder like it always did when she was already stressed. Eighteen, senior year, and the hallways of Ridgeview Prep still felt like a minefield. She was five-foot-six but carried a size 18 frame—soft hips that swayed when she walked fast, full breasts that made button-up shirts a constant battle, and thighs that rubbed together in her jeans. Most days she didn’t give a damn what anyone thought, but today the cheer squad was doing their usual lap of the corridor, laughing too loud, hips swinging like they owned the place.“Watch it, tubby,” Madison sneered as she shoulder-checked Emma hard enough to make her stumble into the lockers. Madison’s perfect size-two body bounced back like nothing happened, blonde ponytail flipping. Her two clones, Riley and Brooke, giggled right on cue.Emma’s face burned, but she kept her mouth shut. She’d learned that much. Sarah appeared out of nowher
The board vote passed at 9:17 a.m. Jordan signed the final merger papers with Rhonda’s hand steady on his shoulder, her smile bright for the cameras. Inside, his stomach was acid. She leaned in after the handshakes, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Tonight we celebrate properly. Just you and me. I bought that black set you liked.”He nodded, throat tight, and texted Alex under the table: Tonight. My place. 11pm. Bring your key. We’re doing this.Rhonda kept her promise. She cooked—actually cooked—steak and roasted vegetables, opened the good wine. After dinner she pulled him to the bedroom without a word, pushed him onto the bed, and stripped slow, letting him watch every inch. The black lace hugged her curves. She crawled over him, took him in her mouth deep and wet, humming like she loved the taste. Jordan gripped the sheets, hips lifting, but his mind was already halfway out the door.She climbed on, sank down, and rode him with purpose—slow grinds turning into hard bounces, t
Months later. Monday dragged like sandpaper. Rhonda met him at the door when he got home from the office, still in her work blouse but no skirt, just panties. She didn’t say hello—she backed him against the wall, unzipped him, and stroked him hard while kissing his neck.“I’ve been wet thinking about you all day,” she said, voice low. “Conference call was torture. I kept imagining your hands instead of my notes.”Jordan lifted her, pinned her to the wall, and slid in easy—she was dripping. He fucked her standing up, quick and deep, her legs locked around him, heels digging into his back. Every thrust knocked a framed photo crooked. She came fast, clenching, moaning his name into his mouth like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. He followed, spilling inside her while she whispered, “I’m so fucking in love with you it scares me.”He carried her to the couch after, still inside her, softening slow. She stayed draped over him, fingers tracing his lips. “The contract ends in two months.
They drove down from the cabin in silence that wasn’t uncomfortable, just heavy. Rhonda kept her hand on his knee the whole way, occasionally squeezing like she needed the reminder he was real. At a red light she leaned over and kissed him slow, tongue brushing his, tasting like the mint gum she’d chewed after breakfast.“I meant what I said up there,” she told him quietly. “I love you. I know it started as paper and signatures, but it’s not that anymore. Not for me.”Jordan swallowed, nodded, and kissed her back because stopping would have cracked something open he wasn’t ready to face. Her eyes were bright when she pulled away, hopeful in a way that made his ribs feel too small.Back at the penthouse she unpacked while he checked emails. When she came out in just a tank top and panties she didn’t ask—she just climbed onto his lap in the office chair, ground down slow, and whispered, “I need you again. Right here.”He slid her panties aside, two fingers first, then three, stretchin
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