LOGINLena woke to the sound of her phone vibrating against the nightstand. Alex’s arm was still heavy across her waist. She reached over carefully and checked the screen. Mia. Again. This time it was a call, not a text. The time said 8:14 a.m. She declined it and set the phone face-down. Alex shifted behind her. “Her?” “Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder. “You going to talk to her today?” “I have to. She’s not going to stop.” They stayed in bed a little longer. Neither of them seemed ready to start the day. Eventually Lena got up and went to the bathroom. When she came out Alex was sitting on the edge of the mattress in his boxers, scrolling through his own phone with a tight look on his face. “She texted me too,” he said. “Wants to know if we can meet and talk. Says she has some things she needs to say.” Lena sat down beside him. “What are you going to do?” “I don’t know yet.” He locked the screen. “I don’t want to lie to her face. But I also don’t want to hur
Lena spent the afternoon cleaning things that didn’t need cleaning. She wiped down the counters twice. Changed the sheets even though they’d only been on the bed one night. Folded the throw blankets on the couch like it mattered. By five-thirty the apartment looked the way it always did, but she still felt restless. At 5:52 the doorbell rang. She opened it. Alex stood there with a duffel bag over one shoulder and a plastic grocery bag in the other hand. He’d changed into a clean T-shirt and jeans. His hair was still a little damp from another shower somewhere. “Hey,” he said. “Hey.” He stepped inside. She closed the door and locked it. The click sounded louder than usual. Alex set the duffel down by the couch and held up the grocery bag. “I grabbed some takeout. Thai. Figured you might not have eaten.” “I didn’t.” They moved to the kitchen. He unpacked containers—pad thai, green curry, spring rolls. She got plates and forks. They ate at the counter again, standing close enou
Lena woke up to the sound of the shower running. For a second she just lay there staring at the ceiling, body sore in places that made the night before impossible to pretend hadn’t happened. The sheet was twisted around her legs. Alex’s side of the bed was still warm. She sat up slow. Her tank top from last night was nowhere in sight. She grabbed an old T-shirt from the floor and pulled it on. The clock on the nightstand said 7:12 a.m. In the bathroom the water shut off. A minute later the door opened and Alex stepped out with a towel around his waist, hair dripping. He stopped when he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed. “Morning,” he said. “Hey.” Neither of them moved for a few seconds. The air felt different in the daylight. Somehow. Alex cleared his throat. “I used your towel. Hope that’s okay.” “It’s fine.” He walked over to where his jeans had landed and picked them up. Lena watched the way the towel sat low on his hips. Last night’s marks were already fad
Lena was halfway through a leftover container of lo mein when the doorbell rang. She checked the time on her phone. 10:47 p.m. Nobody showed up at her place this late unless it was an emergency or someone had the wrong apartment. She wiped her hands on a paper towel, muted the TV, and went to the door. Through the peephole she saw Alex standing under the hallway light, shoulders hunched, looking like he’d been hit by a truck. She opened the door. “Alex?” He lifted his head. His eyes were red. Not just tired,red, like he’d been crying or rubbing them hard for a while. His usual neat hair was a mess, and the collar of his jacket was twisted. “Hey,” he said. His voice came out rough. “Sorry. I know it’s late.” “What’s going on?” He swallowed. “Mia and I… we’re done. For real this time. She told me to get out. I didn’t know where else to go.” Lena stared at him for a second. Mia was her best friend. Had been since sophomore year of college. Alex had been around for the l
Elena woke to the low grey light of another rain-soft morning and the solid heat of Marcus’s body along her back. His arm was heavy across her waist, his breath steady against the back of her neck. The apartment was quiet except for the soft patter of rain on the wide windows. Every muscle in her body felt used and heavy in the best way—hips marked with faint bruises from his hands, thighs sore, the deep, satisfying ache between her legs that had become familiar over the last four nights. His arm was heavy across her waist, his breath steady against the back of her neck. The apartment was quiet except for the soft patter of rain on the wide windows. Every muscle in her body felt used and heavy in the best wa,hips marked with faint bruises from his hands, thighs sore, the deep, satisfying ache between her legs that had become familiar over the last four nights. She shifted carefully. His arm tightened at once, and his hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple in a s
Elena woke to soft grey light and the heavy warmth of Marcus’s arm across her waist. The storm had quieted to a thin, steady rain. Her body ached in the best possible way—thighs sore, a deep tenderness between her legs, the lingering heat of everything he had done to her through the night. She shifted slightly. His arm tightened, and his hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb stroking lazily over her nipple until it tightened under his touch. He was already hard against her. Marcus pressed closer, nudged her top thigh forward, and pushed into her from behind in one slow, deep thrust. Elena’s breath left her in a shaky exhale. He moved with long, rolling strokes—unhurried, thorough—one hand on her breast, the other reaching down to rub slow circles over her clit in time with his hips. The rain whispered against the glass. She came with a trembling sigh, walls pulsing around him; he followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low groan against her neck.
Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the wa
I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,
*A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”
The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinni







