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The Line We Don't Cross

Author: Superb writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-28 17:34:36

(Victor's POV)

The elevator hums as it climbs to Megan's penthouse, the neon lights of the city streaking through the glass walls. My palms are damp, my heartbeat uneven, the vision of Lily's blog—her pussy moist, a desk shuddering under her—still scorching my blood. I choke it down, considering what lies ahead: AURORA PRESS, my chance to break free of the university and produce something gritty, something true.

Megan is the key, her business acumen keener than anyone I've known, but our past—a night of fucking that ruined our friendship—looms over me like a ghost. I shrug my jacket on, the fabric cold against my skin, and step ahead as the doors open, her penthouse unfolding in front of me.

Megan's in the foyer, waiting, her red hair down now, cascading over a silk blouse that clings to her shape. There's a scent of rosemary and wine in the air, the dining table set and candles lit against the glass walls. You're early," she says, her voice teasing, her green eyes locking with mine.
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