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TessaI stared at Joe, his cock in his hand, his face drawn into a smirk as his eyes moved from me to Ryan and back, waiting for a response.My heart pounded as I turned to face Ryan, my eyes searching his, needing his confirmation. This was it, the start of something new, something dangerous. We were either all in, or not.Ryan's gaze was intense, a mix of hunger and trust, then finally, he gave a slow nod, breaking into a coy smile. “We’re in." His voice was soft but firm. “All the way.”Joe’s smirk widened, his eyes flicking between us. “Fuck yeah. You two are wild. Tess, you up for this?”I swallowed, feeling my pulse racing as my body already screamed yes.“Yeah,” I breathed. “I’m ready.”Joe stepped closer, his hand grazing my hip. “Good, turn around for me, Tess. Let’s give Ryan a show.”I glanced at Ryan again, still rubbing himself through his jeans, his eyes locked on me and following my every move. I nodded and turned slowly, placing my hands on the kitchen counter for bala

TessaThat night, I lay in bed beside Ryan, both of us fresh from the shower. My mind wandered as I replayed the events of the day, a faint smile appearing on my lips.Ryan turned to me, his eyes knowing. “You okay, Tess?”I nodded, leaning into him. “More than okay.""Want to tell me what's on your mind?"I looked at him, cheesing. "You know exactly what's on my mind, today was insane."Ryan laughed, then reached out and pulled me into a deep, slow kiss. “What we did… it was hot, but this, us, it’s what matters, I don't want you to lose sight of that."“I know,” I whispered, kissing him back, "and I won't. But I felt it, babe. You felt it too, Joe lit something."He sat up on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. “Talk to me. How’d it make you feel? Him fucking you, me watching?”I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks turning red. “It was overwhelming, hot. Like every nerve was on fire. But seeing you turned on, knowing you were okay with it… that made it hotter.”“Yeah?” he asked, sliding his

TessaJoe's voice and Ryan's laughter echoed loudly from downstairs as I stepped out of the shower. A smile immediately crept across my face, remembering his words from yesterday bout trying something new and my stomach fluttered with anticipation. What did he have in mind?Wearing a pink sundress, I made my way downstairs. Ryan and Joe were at the counter, unloading grocery bags, a couple of mysterious paper bags tucked to the side.Ryan grinned when he saw me, pulling me into a quick kiss. “Babe, we were just talking about you."“Good things, I hope?" I asked, winking at Joe, who smirked back at me.“Oh definitely,” Joe replied, his eyes raking over me. “Ready for another wild day?”I laughed, and grabbed a coffee mug. “Maybe. What’s with the bags? You two went shopping?”Ryan exchanged a look with Joe, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Just picked up a few things,” he said, keeping it vague. “You’ll see.”Joe leaned against the counter, grinning. “In due time, Tess. Patience.”I ra

DanielaLaughter, clinking glasses, and music filled the air of the wedding reception of my friend Sarah. I sipped my champagne, smiling and making small talk, but all that faded when my eyes landed on him. Tyler.My ex, the man I’d loved and left, stood across the hall in a light-blue suit. His hazel eyes locked onto mine, and my breath caught. My body remembered him instantly, and though four years had passed, the flutters in my stomach made it seem like yesterday.I turned away immediately, praying he hadn't seen me even though I knew he had. Focus, Daniela. This wasn’t about him. It was Sarah’s day. But I could still feel his eyes on me.“Daniela, you good?” Sarah’s voice cut through my haze as she went round greeting the guests.“Yeah, just… so happy for you,” I said, forcing a smile. “Congratulations beautiful."She grinned, squeezing my hand. "Thank you so much, I'm glad you're here!"I nodded, but my eyes betrayed me, darting back to Tyler. He was still there, his gaze unyield

DaniellaA week had passed since the wedding, but Tyler’s words, 'You sure about that?', still echoed in my head.I was proud of myself for refusing to give him my contact and instead, I'd thrown myself into work hoping to drown out the memory of his hands, his mouth, and his dick most of all. But every quiet moment brought it back, vivid and detailed.I was done with him. I had to be.I'd flown out of town for a work conference, and I took this as a chance to clear my head. The hotel was sleek, luxurious, and I was exhausted after the day's event as I approached the lobby desk. I was halfway through retrieving my room keys when I felt it– the hairs on the back of my neck standing, like someone was watching me.I turned, and there he was. Tyler. He was standing by the lobby bar, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder and his eyes locked on me like they’d been at the wedding.My stomach dropped.“Daniela,” he called as he walked toward me.I froze, tightening my grip on my bag. “Tyler