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'I'm mommy's good boy,' he repeated. 'You really want to hear me beg?' He said letting out a cheeky laugh. 'I want to cum so bad,' he said in between pants. 'Please...' 'Please what?' Another male voice sounded from behind me. I smiled, knowing who it is. I heard his footsteps and felt his eyes on my, making me shiver. He came into view on my right and walked over to Jackson, who looked flustered, looking between the two of us. I witnessed him revert back into submission so quickly, bratty behavior all gone. That's my daddy. Michael placed his bag down and brought one knee on the bed, leaning down on Jackson. I watched in awe as he kissed him with much passion and like every other time, I was in awe. Of their connection. I witnessed it first hand and it's the purest I've ever seen. Michael pulled back to look at me, winking with a knowing smirk as he looked down at our conjoined bodies. 'Tell mommy what you want, baby,' he turned to Jackson, who whimpered under the control of two Doms. 'Come on, beg for it, love,' Jackson was panting with need. 'Please me mommy...' ● After a tragic but not so tragic divorce between Samantha Dixon-Pitt and Martin Pitt, Michael and Jackson are ready to welcome a third party into their relationship. Restricted by friendship and Samantha's marriage, they are ready to take the next step.

“In psychology, every feeling differs in each other through stages, that’s why different terms are created from affection, attachment, lust, and love. My feeling for you is only pure affection, it was not lust nor love. Our attachment to each other is not that strong so we cannot assume there is love between us, even after our first sight. We’ve just met. I am uncertain about what I feel for you. Space from you is honestly what I need right now. My apologies but I cannot be with you.” It was professionally being an unprofessional story of a lover’s bump in a dump. Addictive that will surely proactive your nights. A book that will stick with you until the last pages, ages with a savage! Samantha De Vera a CEO of a fashion company is a single mother raising her twins, one with a post-traumatic condition. He can’t talk nor speak a single word, and because of him, she encountered the psycho- Psychologist Edward Liam Ackerman. With his childish acts, funny talking, and his familiar scent, he became close to her daughter and son. Sevi De Vera, wants her mother to find him a new father. Famous for being strict, arrogant, and a perfectionist person, she never finds anyone suited to her standard except her three-year-suitor David. In contrast, Sevi and Savana only want one man for their mother, her perfect opposite, Edward. How can he manage this pressure when he is already tied to someone else? Will this chunky, hunky, handsome psycho-psychologist will try to win her dumpy, grumpy heart?

Johnny Simmons thrives on competition—whether in the pool, in playful bets, or in charming his way through life. He’s used to being in control, but when Jane Shepherd enters his world, she proves to be an unexpected challenge. Assigned to his study group, Jane is sharp, unfiltered, and unimpressed by his usual charm. Their first real interaction is filled with witty banter, subtle tension, and a clash of personalities that leaves Johnny both frustrated and intrigued. A fiercely competitive swimmer meets his match in a sharp-witted girl who challenges him at every turn, winning unexpected bets and forcing him to rethink what it truly means to win—not just in competition, but in love and life. Jenny & Jay - Volume 1 is the first installment in a five-novel New Adult series, following the lives of five childhood friends—Johnny Simmons, Paul, Brian, Aaron, and Daryl—all competitive swimmers bound by their deep friendship and relentless drive to win. While romance plays a central role, this is not a simple on-again, off-again love story; instead, the series explores the evolving relationships, rivalries, and personal growth of these young men as they navigate life, love, and ambition.

He almost never texts me first, and in person he barely says a word. In three years together, he's never remembered a single anniversary, and he's never once suggested we celebrate a holiday. But the second I message him first, he lights up, all "baby" this and "baby" that, fussing over me, coaxing me to sleep. Sometimes I'd get this strange feeling that there were two different Noahs. His explanation was that he was just bad with words face-to-face, and that texting or voice notes felt like less pressure. I kept telling myself that being together meant meeting each other halfway. He was quiet and reserved, so I'd be the one to reach out. He forgot anniversaries, so I booked the restaurant and reminded him to keep the night free. He had no time to schedule our engagement shoot, so I handled the whole thing with the studio myself. He was too busy with work to help us move, so I packed everything alone, booked the movers, and got it all done. When I was so worn out I was about to break, I'd send him a voice note, and he'd say, "I'm so sorry, baby. The lab was insane today. I couldn't be there for you, and it kills me to watch you run yourself into the ground." Hearing how guilty he sounded, all my hurt just melted away. And that's how I carried three years of this relationship on my own, running on the flawless tenderness he only ever gave me online. Until today, when I found a program on his laptop called Boyfriend Assistant. It analyzed every message I sent and generated the perfect reply, the perfect response, every single time. Cold snap? It sent: Bundle up, baby. Time of the month? It pinged an API and auto-ordered hot chocolate to my door. All those late nights he spent "working," the gentle voice notes that lulled me to sleep, every one of them was synthesized in Noah's voice. For three years, the person who'd been there for me, day and night, was never Noah at all. For three years, I'd been performing a one-woman show.