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SOPHIA "What kind of proposition?"Dominic leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. "Let us show you what it feels like to be wanted. Really, truly wanted. Let us devour you the way your husband never did."My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. Every logical part of my brain is screaming at me to run — I don't know these men, this is insane, I've never done anything like this in my life.But logic hasn't gotten me very far, has it? Logic got me a seven-year marriage to a man who was dreaming about cock the entire time.Maybe it's time to be illogical."Yes," I whisper.Dominic smiles — a slow, predatory smile that makes my pussy clench."Good girl."Then he kisses me.It's nothing like kissing Michael. Michael's kisses were always perfunctory, a brief stop on the way to the main event. Dominic kisses me like kissing is the main event — deep and thorough, his tongue sliding against mine, his hand fisting in my hair to hold me exactly where he wants me.I melt into hi

STACY I'm still crying when the Uber drops me off at the end of our driveway.The tears haven't stopped since Connor dumped me in the parking lot of Applebee's — fucking Applebee's, like I wasn't even worth a real restaurant for a breakup — and told me the truth about why he was ending things."You're just... bad at it, Stacy. Like, really bad. You don't know how to suck dick, you just lay there during sex, and honestly? I've had more chemistry with my hand."Three months of dating. Three months of letting him paw at me in the back of his Honda Civic, of giving him clumsy blowjobs that made my jaw ache, of spreading my legs and staring at the ceiling while he pumped away for four minutes before collapsing on top of me like he'd just run a marathon.And apparently, all of that was my fault.I wipe my nose on the sleeve of my sweater — gross, but I don't care anymore — and trudge up the driveway. Mom and Richard are in Cabo for the next two weeks, which means it's just me and my stepbr

STACY I last eight minutes before I'm climbing the stairs to Jace's room.The door is cracked open, warm light spilling into the hallway. I can hear the shower running in his attached bathroom.I push the door open and step inside.His room is cleaner than I expected. A king-sized bed with dark sheets, a desk covered in sketches, one wall covered in framed photographs. The air smells like him — masculine and warm with a hint of something smoky.The shower turns off.My heart climbs into my throat.The bathroom door opens, and Jace emerges in a cloud of steam. He's wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping down his tattooed chest, his dark hair pushed back from his face.He doesn't seem surprised to see me."You came.""I want to learn," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "I want to be good at it. I want to know what I'm doing. I want to... I want to come. Really come. Just once. I want to know what it feels like."Jace crosses to me slowly, each s

STACY"Jace — oh fuck — I'm going to—"He pulls away."NO!" I'm actually crying now, tears of frustration streaming down my cheeks. "Please, please, I need to come, I've never — I've never—""Shh, I know." He kisses my inner thigh gently. "I'm being cruel, aren't I? Edging a girl who's never had an orgasm?""Yes," I sob. "It's torture.""It is. But when I finally let you come, it's going to be the most intense thing you've ever felt. Trust me."He dives back in, his tongue attacking my clit with renewed fervor. Three fingers slide back inside me, pumping hard, curling to hit that spot. I'm climbing again, faster this time, my whole body tensing—He stops."PLEASE!" I'm sobbing openly now, writhing on the bed, my pussy clenching desperately. "Please, Jace, please let me come, I'll do anything, I'll suck your cock, I'll let you fuck my ass, anything, please—""Anything?" He raises an eyebrow, his face wet with my juices. "You'd let me do anything to you just to come?""YES!""Then beg m

MIA "Good girl." He tugs my hand, pulling me down onto his lap so I'm straddling him, my dress riding up to expose my bare thighs. "And what does this cheating slut want from me?""I want..." I swallow hard. "I want you to fuck me.""Why?""Because I can't stop thinking about you. Because my husband doesn't make me feel the way you make me feel. Because I'm so wet right now I can feel it dripping down my thighs.""Show me."I reach between us and pull the hem of my dress up, exposing my bare pussy. I'm not lying — I'm drenched. My folds are swollen and glistening, my arousal visible in the low light of his office.Marcus groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise."Fuck. Look at that pretty cunt. So wet for a man who isn't your husband." One hand slides between us, his fingers tracing through my slick folds. "Does Derek make you this wet?""No," I gasp as his fingertip circles my clit. "Never.""Does he even know what to do with a pussy like this? Does he worship it the