LOGINThe Lamborghini’s taillights disappeared down the street as Mila drove off. I stood outside my apartment building for a second, still buzzing from the book signing and that risky quickie with Jayson in the hallway. My body was sore in the best way, but my mind was racing. I shook my head and headed inside. The second the door closed behind me, I kicked my heels across the living room like they offended me. My dress hit the floor next. I walked straight to the bathroom completely naked, turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stepped under the water. The steam filled the room while flashbacks hit me hard — Jayson’s hands gripping my thighs, his thick cock stretching me against that wall, the way he groaned my name when he came inside me. I bit my lip and let my fingers slide between my legs for a minute, replaying it. I stayed in there way too long before stepping out, skin flushed. Still dripping wet, I grabbed my phone, angled it in the mirror, and took a nasty close-up
I know Jayson wasn’t down for whatever or forever, but damn, part of me still wants him. When it’s all shattered and broken into pieces… it’s so unimaginable when the heart just stops working. Will leaving us be worth it? You can call me that curvy girl — the finest in my family, with a mad sense of humor. By the way, I’m just a 26-year-old Canadian girl. On the 10th of March, one of my bitches rang me up. “Girl, get dressed! We’re hitting the club tonight. I need my ride-or-die with me.”It was Mila Anderson. Her dad is stupid rich, so when she says club, she means proper VIP vibes. We pulled up and the bass was shaking everything. That’s when I saw Jayson. He was so damn fine I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My knees literally went weak. I froze right there. Mila looked back. “Hey girl, what’s good? Who are you staring at like that?” I didn’t even blink. “That handsome, cute, sexy guy right there. You know him?” “Yeah, he’s a regular here,” she said. I spun around smil
Alright so yea, prior-pie bank of new York is that type of bank that's really competitive. Like I mean the workers, sales person. you need to bring in client with hight shares. Its so fucking tiring because I wouldn't never had imagined it if I was told I will have to do all sorts of things to convince my clients and go even extreme to bring in clients. Rich ones only. hahaha... I was lucky to be recruited as a temporary worker at prior-pie bank and my mentor was Aldin Norman. He's got this sexy, charming look and body type. oh my fucking Jesus, he's so cute and I been dripping on my pant down there whenever I see him. He's quite old with white hair like 60years old Norman 😁😁. Today he's been looking at me like he wanted to devour me at the same time waiting for my approval to go ahead. "Hey susan I want you to handle Elden felim call as from today. Make sure you put a call through today. I want to see the result this time tomorrow. you need to prove you belong here or you don
I lay on my back staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, the sheets already cooling under my ass. Dave was still breathing hard beside me, with one arm draped across my stomach like it always ended up. Another Tuesday night special — missionary for five minutes, a bit of clumsy fingering, him grunting "You feel so good, babe" right before he came. Same script, different week. Twelve fucking years of this.I loved him. God, I did. Dave was the guy who remembered my coffee order, rubbed my feet after long shifts at the firm, and still looked at me like I hung the moon. But my pussy? It had checked out months ago. Maybe years."You okay?" he mumbled, already half-asleep."Yeah," I lied, kissing his forehead. But I wasn't okay inside. *I can't keep doing this.* Three nights later I finally said it.We were in the kitchen after dinner, wine glasses still half-full. Dave was loading the dishwasher like a responsible husband when I leaned against the counter and just blurted it o
My fingers flew across the keyboard, the words pouring out like they always did when I had something real to say.She was sandwiched between them. His cock deep inside her while her tongue worked the other man's shaft. The way her body responded when they both moved in sync — one fucking her while the other fucked her throat — was absolutely primal. No thinking. No walls. Just three bodies chasing the same high.The girl moaned around his length, tasting salt and her own arousal mixing with his. Behind her, she could feel every inch of him hitting that spot that made her see stars. Her hands gripped the sheets, her hips pushing back, demanding more."Fuck, you're perfect," one of them groaned.She pulled back just enough to breathe. "Harder. I want it harder."And they gave it to her.I leaned back in my chair, reading what I'd just written. My pussy was genuinely throbbing. Writing about what we'd done last night was hitting different when it was based on actual experience instead of
If someone had told me that one day I'd fall for my stepfather, I would've laughed right in their face. Actually, no. I would've called them crazy because seriously, who even thinks about something like that? It's disgusting, wrong and forbidden as hell. And yet, life has this weird habit of throwing you straight into the one situation you swore you would never be caught dead in. I honestly didn't know my mother wasn’t around— I only knew later that my mom had gone out with her friends.I thought Martin had already left for work, so I padded straight into their bedroom, still fuming. I dropped onto the edge of the bed and started yapping loudly about how pissed I was at my mother, how she got married to Martins my stepfather without even discussing it with me first, my words tumbling out in an angry rush even though the glass shower walls would drown me out. I didn’t care. I just needed to vent.The water shut off. The door slid open. Martin stepped out completely naked, no towel,
By week three of the remote work arrangement, the International Tourism Development Initiative properties were taking definitive shape.Twelve unique designs. Twelve operationally sound frameworks. Twelve properties that would change the luxury hospitality industry forever.It was extraordinary wor
Matthew walked into the Kingland Holdings office building and felt eighteen months of distance collapse.Everything was familiar. The lobby design hadn't changed. The elevator banks were the same. The executive floor layout was identical.But everything was also completely different. Because eighte
The opportunity came from an unexpected source.A government agency—The International Tourism Development Initiative—was commissioning a portfolio of state-level hospitality properties across twelve countries. Flagship properties that would represent each nation's culture, architecture, and values
Matthew stopped checking industry news about Kingland Holdings.It was harder than he expected. The habit of looking for updates, following the company's progress, wondering how Selena was managing—those habits were deep.But they were also painful.So he deliberately stopped.He deleted the news a







