Mag-log in39 - You’re Filthy, DarlingDylanMy heart pounded in my ears as I watched her ease the zipper down.Fuck. She had me curled around her nimble fingers, and I loved it.Her weight was warm, and the press of her against me was perfect. The scarf around my wrists was delicate, the soft fabric tight. I could easily get out of it if I really wanted to, but that was why it was enough to remind me that I had to be patient.Her eyes were bright, with a dangerous smile playing over her full lips.I watched her every motion, the way her fingers moved with confidence. She was in charge, and she looked perfect. Her short hair was in a small ponytail with a few strands of hair framing her face. Her dark dress was
38 - Late Night Booty-CallKatieI tapped my stylus against my lips, staring at the half-finished design on my iPad. I had been playing with the new design for days, taking any chance to work on it during my break. The necklace I was sketching had clean lines but a little whimsy with a twist of asymmetry.It felt bold and modern, something I had been dying to get into the last collection. Either for the presentation or maybe for my online store that Amanda talked about.Voices near the employee lounge pulled me back. Two juniors, hunched over their table, were talking, frustration lacing their tone.“He made me redo the entire bracelet mock-up last night,” one said to the other. “Didn’t even explain what was wrong. Just said, ‘Do it again. Better.’ Like… what the fuck does that even mean? If you’re so good at work, you should tell me how to improve it. Jerk.&rd
37 - Her PetKatieHe shifted his weight, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I was a virgin.”“Is that why you came so quickly?” I asked before I could stop myself.His ears turned bright red. “Probably.”I set the cufflink down carefully, my voice softer than I expected. “Why didn’t you tell me?”He glanced at the trays of gemstones. “Because I didn’t want you to… find someone else. Someone who had more experience. Someone who could give you what you thought you wanted.”“But I wouldn’t—”“Yes, you fucking would.” His voice was sharp before softening as his eyes finally met mine. “Katie, I saw it in your eyes that night. You were so determined. You wanted to hire a fucking professional—more like a professional in fucking. Anyway, I thought that if I
36 - My First TimeKatieThe first thing I felt as soon as I woke up was the ache. A dull soreness between my thighs, reminding me of the night before.And it wasn’t a dream.I groaned, stretching my arms above my head. The sheets still smelled like him. Soap with something darker and masculine.My body ached in ways I didn’t know it could. It felt like I had run a marathon.A marathon in bed.I blushed thinking about… everything.Researchers should study Dylan. He had no refractory period. He would get hard on a whim, and just when I thought we were done for the night, he would pull me in with a messy, passionate kiss, starting all over again.“Oh my God,” I mumbled into my hands.I had actually let Dylan—the arrogant, charming and infuriating Dylan—take me to bed. And he had been better
35 - Take All of MeDylanWhen Katie asked me to teach her about sex, I had been cocky about it. I was confident in my abilities, skills, talent, dirty talk, every-fucking-thing.But I had left out one crucial detail.I was a virgin too.I had done everything from cunnilingus to learning every way to use my fingers and tongue. But when it came to sliding my cock into someone, I had held back. Saved myself. Because I only ever wanted to know what it felt like with her. Katie Martinez.And if I had admitted that from the start? She would have pursed her lips, thanked me for my time and found someone experienced, leaving me to dust.I couldn’t risk that.So the moment the wet, scorching heat of her perfect pussy clenched around me for the first time, I almost lost my mind.Fuck.Heaven. Hell. Fucking everything.Her walls were ti
34 - I’m Only Half a Virgin NowKatieI didn’t feel nervous, but anticipation coursed through my veins.Dylan leaned against the closed door, his gaze raking over me like I was the only person left on earth. My pulse drummed in my ears, each beat a reminder that there was no one else here. Just us. And Pollux.His voice was rough and low when he asked, “What do you want?”My lips parted, and there was no hesitation when I answered truthfully, “You.”The word set me free. I didn’t want anyone else. But him.Something dark flickered across his face as he locked the door. The click echoed in the house, giving me goosebumps.“Are you sure?” he asked, voice tight, like he was holding himself together.I nodded.“You’re not drunk?”I shook my head. I was tipsy, but th







