LOGINNATEThe walk back to the hotel suite felt like torture, every step rubbing against the insistent bulge in my pants. Adele—fuck, that woman had me twisted up since the chemistry read. Her body pressed against mine, those wide eyes glazing over as I choked her just right, whispering all that filth in her ear. I was rock-hard the whole damn time, and nothing had softened it. Not the director's praise, not the drive back. Just her scent lingering on my skin, her little gasps replaying in my head like a loop.Heather shot me that look as we wrapped, disapproving and knowing, like she could read every dirty thought She knew very well that I had about bending Adele over the set furniture and railing her until she screamed. I ignored her, sidestepped her questions, bolted before she could lecture me on 'professionalism' or whatever bullshit. I didn't give a fuck. What gnawed at me was how Adele had gotten under my skin so quick. A video vixen, all curves and tease, turning me into some
ADELEThe walk back to my room felt like torture, every click of my heels jolting against my throbbing clit, making me clench my thighs together just to keep from soaking through my skirt completely. I was really pissed and furious that Nate had edged me like that, left me hanging on the brink with the crew none the wiser, then sauntered off like it was nothing, but fuck, the bastard had me so wound up, my pussy dripping wet, slickness coating my inner thighs with every step. By the time I entered my room, my legs wobbled, knees nearly buckling from the ache building between them. If I didn't get my hands on myself right now, I'd lose it, scream, cry, something insane.I shrugged off my jacket, letting it hit the floor in a heap, then yanked down the zipper of my top. My breasts tumbled free, heavy and sensitive, nipples already hard peaks begging for attention. The cool air hit them, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. Fuck, my nipples are so sensitive.My skirt cam
ADELEI stood there, frozen in the shadows of the doorway, my breath catching in my throat as the scene unfolded before me. The leather of my jacket clung to my skin, my nipples hardening into tight peaks that rubbed painfully against the material with every shallow inhale. My thighs squeezed together instinctively, seeking that desperate friction to ease the growing ache between my legs, but it only made the heat build faster.I knew I should turn away, slip back into the hallway and pretend I didn’t see any of this. But my feet wouldn't move. My eyes locked onto the woman kneeling before Nate, her lips stretched wide around his thick cock as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each sloppy thrust. Saliva glistened on her chin, dripping down onto her exposed breasts, and the wet sounds of her sucking filled the room like a filthy symphony.Then, as she pulled back just a fraction to catch her breath, his dick slipped free from her mouth with a lewd pop. My gaze zeroed in
ADELEThe warehouse smelled like heat and ambition. Red light spilled across the concrete floor, bouncing off the haze of machine-made smoke curling through the beams above. People were everywhere, camera operators shouting, stylists rushing with hangers, someone testing sound. It was chaos, but beautiful chaos. The kind that made you feel like something big was about to happen.I tugged at the hem of my jacket, trying to keep my nerves in check. This was it… the Bad Habit video shoot. My ticket out of broke-girl hell and then I saw him.Nate Fisher.He was standing near the back of the set, half turned away, talking to a woman in a sleek black suit. Her back was to me, but even from here I could tell she was the manager; sharp posture, clipped hand gestures, and the way she talked to him like she owned half his patience. That had to be Heather Blake, but Nate… God.He looked unreal; tall, broad, tattoos crawling up his neck and disappearing beneath an open black shirt that framed
NATEMy studio was my temple — clean lines, black leather, glass walls overlooking downtown LA. The kind of space where silence hummed money and discipline. I liked it that way. Minimal, controlled and predictable except today, it wasn’t silent.Heather was already inside, standing by the control board like she owned the place.I shut the door behind me a little harder than I needed to. “You ever get tired of breaking into my studio?”She didn’t flinch, didn’t even look up right away. “It’s not breaking in if I have the access code,” she said, flipping through her iPad like it was her damn property deed.I walked past her, tossing my jacket onto the couch. “You know I hate unannounced visits, Heather.”“And you know I don’t give a damn,” she shot back, finally turning to face me. She was dressed sharp as always — black suit, red lipstick, eyes that could cut steel. “My job is to be all up in your ass, remember? You’re a brand, Nate. A billion-dollar one. I keep you out of trouble, and
BLURB“Ugh. Such a good, fucking girl. You take me so well.” Nate groans, thrusting into me and grabbing onto my boob from behind. •••Adele Langford was a video vixen struggling to get her big break. When she landed herself a life changing gig through a slutty means with one of the world's most talented musical artists, Adele got a clause not to sleep with him or she'd lose everything. She was so sure she'd be able to hold up her end of the bargain until she laid eyes on him. How does Adele resist a man who looks like a walking temptation?CHAPTER 1 – THE HUSTLER’S DREAMADELEThe mirror in my bathroom was cracked and the light above it flickered every few seconds, humming like it was tired too. I had ten minutes before the bus and just enough lipstick left to fake confidence.I dragged the red stick across my mouth, slow and careful. “You got this,” I whispered to myself. “One more chance, baby. Just one more.”My breath fogged the glass as I leaned closer, checking for smudges.
SERA“Fuck-” I cried out, head slamming back against the wall as he filled me, stretched me open, thick and deep, and so perfectly full I couldn’t breathe.He is so big!“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, forehead pressing to mine, his hips barely able to move with how deep he was. “Like your pussy w
SERAThe first thing I noticed when I stepped into the room was the box.It sat neatly on the middle of the bed, matte black, tied with a satin gold ribbon that shimmered against the sheets. It looked so out of place, so deliberate, that I froze for a second, blinking at it like it might disappear
SERA“Look at that view,” Jared said, slipping an arm around my waist. “That’s insane.”We were standing on the edge of a rocky overlook, gazing out at the turquoise sea below. The guide had told us this spot ‘Elerin’s Point’ was sacred to the island’s early settlers. A place for cleansing, and fo
SERAKnox.Leaning against the wooden beam just beyond the edge of the tub, arms crossed, expression unreadable save for the slow, unmistakable smirk tugging at his lips.My skin prickled.“Oh hey, man,” Jared said, completely unbothered. “Didn’t know you were up.”“Just got out of bed,” Knox repli







