LOGIN==Delilah==---"Choose, Delilah. Me or the book."I looked at him. Really looked.His face. Hard. Determined. Hurting.This wasn't a bluff. This was real.Delete the manuscript. Or lose him forever."Okay," I whispered."Okay what?""I'll delete it. Right now."Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise maybe.He hadn't expected me to agree."Get your laptop," he said.I walked to my bag. Hands shaking. Pulled it out.Opened it on his kitchen counter.He stood behind me. Watching. Close enough to see everything. Not close enough to touch."Open the file," he said.I did. Pulled up the manuscript folder."Teaching My Virgin Lover." The main document. Twenty-three chapters. Forty thousand words.Months of work. Staring back at me."Delete it," he said.My finger hovered over the trackpad.This was insane. My career. My contract. My advance.All of it. Gone.But him. Him standing behind me. Hurt. Betrayed.Because of this file. Because of my choices.I clicked. Selected the file.Pressed
==Delilah==---"Then let me earn you back."He stared at me. Eyes cold. Distant."How? How do you earn back trust?""I don't know. But let me try. Let me show you.""Show me what?"I moved closer. Until we were inches apart."How sorry I am. How much I need you. How much you mean to me.""Delilah.""Please. Just. Let me."I sank to my knees. Right there. In his doorway.Looked up at him."What are you doing?" he asked."Showing you. Let me."My hands found his belt. Started unbuckling."This doesn't fix anything," he said."I know. But it's a start."I freed him. Already half hard. Body betraying him like mine betrayed me."You don't have to do this," he said."I want to. Please. Let me."I took him in my hand. Stroked slowly.Watched his face. Saw the war there.Want versus anger. Need versus pride."Delilah.""Just feel. Don't think."I leaned forward. Took him in my mouth.He groaned. Hand finding my hair. Gripping.Not pulling me away. Not pulling me closer.Just. Holding.I work
==Delilah==---I couldn't do it anymore.Couldn't sit in my apartment waiting. Drowning. Dying.Forty-two hours since he left. Six hours until Victoria's deadline.None of it mattered if I'd lost him anyway.I got dressed. Actually dressed. Not pajamas. Not yoga pants.Real clothes. Makeup. Armor.Drove to his apartment. Hands shaking the entire way.What if he didn't answer? What if he called the police?What if he hated me?I knocked. Once. Twice.Long silence.Then. "Go away, Delilah.""No.""I said go away.""I heard you. Answer is no.""I don't want to see you.""Too bad. I'm not leaving until you listen."More silence.I sat down. Back against his door. Prepared to wait."What are you doing?" His voice through the door."Sitting. I'll stay here all night if I have to.""That's insane.""Probably. But I'm not leaving. So either talk to me or call the cops."Long pause.Then. The door opened.He looked. Terrible. Beautiful. Exhausted.Eyes red. Hair messy. Unshaven."Five minutes
==Elliot==---I listened to her voicemail seventeen times.Each time hurt more than the last.Her voice. Breaking. Crying. Begging.*"I love you. I'm so sorry. Please let me explain."*I wanted to call back. God, I wanted to.But every time I reached for the phone, I remembered.The manuscript. Her laptop. The title."Teaching My Virgin Lover."My story. My vulnerability. For sale.I deleted the voicemail. Immediately regretted it. Couldn't get it back.Sleep was impossible. Lay in bed staring at the ceiling.My sheets still smelled like her. From the hotel. From us.I got up. Changed the sheets. Threw hers in the laundry.Tried to erase her. Failed.---Morning. Adrian called."Hey. You okay? Missed our standing coffee.""Fine. Just busy.""Liar. What's wrong?""Nothing.""Elliot. I've known you ten years. Something's wrong."Silence."Is it the sex therapist?" he asked."Her name is Delilah.""Okay. Is it Delilah?""We broke up.""What? When? Why?""Last night. And it's complicated
==Delilah==---I stared at my phone.Seventeen calls. Thirty-two texts.All unanswered.He'd blocked me. Or was ignoring me. Same result.Silence.I opened a bottle of wine. Told myself one glass.Poured a second. Then a third.The apartment felt empty. Wrong.Hours ago we'd been here. Together. Celebrating. Making love.Now. Nothing.I walked to the bedroom. Sheets still tangled from earlier.His scent on the pillows. Evidence of him everywhere.But he was gone.I lay down. Pulled his pillow close. Breathed him in.Felt tears coming. Couldn't stop them.I'd fucked up. Monumentally. Irrevocably.Written about him without permission. Taken his vulnerability and packaged it for sale.And now. Now my mother was using it to blackmail me.Forty-eight hours to find fifty thousand dollars. Or lose him forever.Except I'd already lost him. The money wouldn't change that.I grabbed my phone. Tried calling again.Straight to voicemail.His voice. Professional. Distant."You've reached Dr. Elli
==Delilah==---"Hello, darling. We need to talk about your physicist."My mother's voice. Syrupy sweet. Poisonous."What about him?" I managed."Well. Several things actually. But let's start with the book."My blood turned to ice."What book?""Don't play dumb, Delilah. It doesn't suit you. 'Teaching My Virgin Lover.' Quite a catchy title.""How do you know about that?""I have my sources.""What sources?""Does the name James Whitmore ring a bell?"My stomach dropped.James. My publisher."What about James?""He's an old friend. We go way back. Did I never mention that?"No. She hadn't. Because of course she hadn't."You've been talking to my publisher?""More than talking. We've been. Collaborating.""Collaborating on what?""On you, darling. On your little love affair. On how to maximize its. Potential."I sank onto my couch. Legs unable to hold me."What are you saying?""I'm saying James told me about your book. Months ago. When you first pitched it. 'Sex therapist writing abou
==Elliot==---I woke up alone.The bed was cold. Empty. No sign she had ever been there.Only the faint trace of her perfume lingered on the sheets, soft and familiar, like a memory that refused to leave.I pushed myself up slowly and looked around her bedroom. Everything was in place. Clean. Unto
==Delilah==---"Not yet. I want to feel this longer."His voice was strained. Body trembling beneath me. Fighting his own release with everything he had.For a virgin, his control was remarkable.Most men his age would have finished the moment they entered me. Hell, most experienced men didn't las
==Elliot==---"Next lesson. Now. I need you inside me."My brain stopped working.Inside her. She wanted me inside her.This was it. Actually happening.I was about to lose my virginity to the most incredible woman I'd ever met."Elliot?" Her voice pulled me back. "Are you okay?""Terrified. Excit
==Delilah==---"Tell me exactly how."His eyes were dark. Confident in a way they hadn't been an hour ago.Making me come had changed something in him.I could work with this newfound confidence."Use your mouth," I said.He blinked. "My mouth?""Your tongue. I want to teach you how to go down on







