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JUST ONCE 1

SIENNAThe bar was loud enough that no one paid attention.I sat on the stool with my legs crossed, skirt riding high on my thighs, one heel hooked on the metal rung underneath. The whiskey burned slow going down, heat spreading through my chest and settling low in my stomach. I wasn’t looking for anything. Not really. Just the burn. Just the noise. Just a way to stop replaying the deposition that had gone sideways and the partner who’d looked at me like I’d personally wasted his afternoon. My phone sat face-down on the bar. I didn’t check it. I didn’t want to see the emails waiting.The place smelled like spilled beer and citrus cleaner and too many bodies packed close. Neon signs hummed above the bottles. Someone laughed too loud near the pool tables. I took another sip and let the ice clink against my teeth.Then I felt it.The weight of a stare. Heavy. Direct. Not the usual quick glance and look-away. This one stayed.I turned my head.He was at the far end of the bar, half in sh

JUST ONCE 2

SIENNA I lay there with my hand still between my legs, fingers wet, the last pulses fading slow. The sheet stuck to my thigh. Early light pushed through the blinds in thin gray lines. My cunt throbbed in the quiet, swollen and used even though he hadn’t been inside me since last night.I pulled my hand away and stared at the ceiling. The same words kept looping.One night.I got up anyway. Shower first. Hot water over my shoulders, down my back, between my legs. I washed carefully, fingers sliding over the tender flesh, feeling how sensitive everything still was. The soap stung a little. I didn’t linger. Dried off. Dressed for work like the night before hadn’t happened—black blouse, fitted pants, hair pulled tight. Makeup precise. The mirror showed the same face as always. Nothing different.The day dragged.Emails. Calls. A partner stopping by my office to ask about the deposition like he hadn’t already decided I was the problem. I answered everything on autopilot. My body stayed re

JUST ONCE 3

SIENNA The words stayed thin all the next day.I went through the motions at work—meetings, emails, a lunch I barely tasted—but my body kept pulling back to the hotel room. The weight of him. The way he’d held me down by the neck. The look in his eyes when I came the second time. Every time I shifted in my chair I felt the faint soreness between my legs and it made my pulse kick.By late afternoon I was already wet again. I locked the bathroom stall and stood there with my forehead against the door, breathing through it, refusing to touch myself. The ache only got worse.Home was worse still. I dropped my bag, stripped out of the work clothes, and stood in front of the closet longer than I needed to. The short black dress from the night before was still on the floor. I left it there and pulled on something else—another dress, darker, even shorter. No underwear again. The fabric brushed my bare cunt when I walked and I felt every step.I told myself I wasn’t going back.I went anyway.

JUST ONCE 4

SIENNAI didn’t sleep much that night.Every time I closed my eyes I felt the weight of him again—the way he’d held my knees open and watched my face while he fucked me deep and steady. The look in his eyes when I came. The way he’d stayed buried after, breathing against my neck like he didn’t want to pull out yet. My body kept replaying it until the sheets were twisted and my cunt was aching for something that wasn’t my own fingers.Morning came gray and slow. I showered longer than usual, hands careful between my legs, feeling how tender everything still was. At work the day blurred. I answered emails and sat through a call that should have held my attention, but my mind kept drifting back to the hotel room. To the red marks I’d left on his shoulders. To the quiet way he’d asked if I was leaving.By late afternoon the restlessness was worse than before. I caught myself checking the time every few minutes. When I finally left the office I didn’t go home first. I went straight to the

JUST ONCE 5

SIENNAI didn’t even pretend this time.The next evening I left work early, went home, showered, and pulled on the shortest dress I owned. No underwear. No second-guessing. I walked into the bar like I already knew he’d be there.He was.Same stool as always, beer in front of him, eyes already on the door when I stepped inside. He didn’t look surprised. Just watched me walk over and stop between his knees. Close. Close enough that my bare thighs brushed the denim of his jeans.“Fifth time,” he said, voice low.I didn’t answer. Just tilted my head toward the door.We walked the two blocks in silence again. His hand settled on the small of my back the second we hit the sidewalk, but this time his fingers curled into the fabric of my dress and stayed there, holding on like he was afraid I might change my mind. In the elevator he kissed me before the doors even closed—slow, deep, one hand cupping the side of my neck the way he had the night before. I opened for him without hesitation. My

JUST ONCE 6

SIENNAI woke up to the weight of an arm across my waist and the solid heat of a body behind me.For a second I didn’t move. The room was still dark, early light just starting to push through the curtains. His breath was slow and warm against the back of my neck. One of his legs was hooked over mine. I could feel him soft against the curve of my ass, the dried mess of last night still sticky on my thighs.I should have panicked.I didn’t.I lay there and listened to him breathe. His hand was splayed open on my stomach, fingers relaxed. Every now and then his thumb moved in a small, unconscious stroke like even asleep he needed to keep touching me. My chest felt tight in a way that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with the words we’d said the night before.I don’t want this to be just fucking anymore.I don’t either.I shifted slightly and felt him stir. His arm tightened. A low sound rumbled in his chest. Then his mouth found the back of my shoulder, open and warm, and

JUST ONCE 7

SIENNAI didn’t wait until night.By six I was already dressed, hair down, the same short black dress from the first time I went back. No underwear. My phone sat on the counter while I put on mascara. His last message still on the screen.Come back tonight.I locked the apartment and walked. The air was warm. My pulse sat high in my throat the whole way. When I reached the hotel I didn’t go to the bar. I went straight to the front desk, gave his room number, and took the elevator up alone.He opened the door before I could knock twice.No words at first. He just looked at me—really looked—then stepped back to let me in. The door clicked shut. I barely made it two steps before his hands were on my waist, mouth on mine, kissing me like he’d been thinking about it all day. I tasted coffee and him. My back hit the wall. His hands shoved the dress up, found me bare and already wet, and he groaned into my mouth.“Fuck, Sienna.”Hearing my name in that voice did something sharp and low in m

JUST ONCE 8

SIENNAI stood outside his building longer than I needed to.The address he’d texted was in an older part of the city, brick and fire escapes, the kind of place that looked like people actually lived there instead of just passed through. My phone sat heavy in my hand. His last message was still open.Buzz 3B. I’m here.I hit the button. The door clicked. I took the stairs instead of the elevator, two flights, heart already moving too fast. When I reached his door it opened before I could knock.Kane stood there in a gray T-shirt and dark jeans, barefoot, hair still damp like he’d showered not long ago. He looked at me for a second without speaking. Then he stepped aside.“Hey.”“Hey.”His place smelled like coffee and wood and something metallic underneath. Open kitchen. Big windows. A workbench against one wall with tools laid out neat. No hotel art. No mini-fridge. Just real life. I set my bag down by the door and felt suddenly too aware of the short dress I’d worn again, the fact t

POSED AND USED 1

ADRIAN I knew she was going to be a problem the second she walked into the studio.Kimberly Austin. Twenty-five. Soft curves under a simple black coat. Long dark hair pulled back in a loose knot. She carried a small duffel bag and looked around the space like she was already measuring the light. Most models did that. She just did it quieter than most.“Mr. Cole?” she asked.“Adrian is fine. You must be Kimberly.”“Kim.” She corrected it softly and set her bag down near the changing screen. “Thanks for booking me on short notice.”“You came recommended. The agency said you take direction well.”Something flickered in her eyes at that. Not nerves. Interest. She nodded once and waited.I showed her the set. White seamless paper. Two softboxes. A single hard light I planned to use for shadow. The camera was already on the tripod, tethered to the monitor. She listened without interrupting. When I finished she asked where she could change. I pointed to the screen.She disappeared behind it

POSED AND USED 2

ADRIAN I waited four days before I messaged her.Long enough to look professional. Not long enough to take the edge off anything. I sent the text late in the afternoon.Private session this Friday. Same rate as the agency. Two hours. Direct booking.Her reply came twenty minutes later.I’ll be there. 7 ok?7 works.I spent the rest of the week shooting other jobs and thinking about the way her breath had changed when I pushed her knees apart. By Friday evening the studio felt too quiet. I set up the lights the same way as before, then changed my mind and swapped the hard light for something softer and closer. I wanted less shadow and more skin.Kimberly arrived at 6:55. Same black coat. Hair down this time, long and dark around her shoulders. She stepped inside and looked at the set while I locked the door behind her.“Different lighting,” she said.“I want cleaner skin tones tonight. Less contrast.”She nodded and walked to the changing screen without being told. I checked the camer

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