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His thoughts of what could become of their little hookup were disrupted when Toussaint dropped him on the queen-sized bed where he claimed Jace’s sore lips without mercy. The kiss wasn’t harsh; no. It was simply lustful and beautiful. Toussaint was like a beast with an insatiable desire and Jace was willing to be his prey. They could never get enough of each other. Jace gave in to the pleasure as their tongues clashed, their body melding into one as sweat and cum and sex lingered thickly in the air. Toussaint broke the kiss abruptly and reached for the nearest drawer on his left, his hot gaze never leaving Jace. He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as h

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She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

I’m the only one who knows he’s gay, and I’ve never understood why he thinks it’s such a bad thing to be gay. Honestly, I don’t even think it’s that serious. Because if today I managed to find a woman who could actually satisfy my fucking sexual urge, then trust me, I'm dropping all the dicks without a second thought. “Not going?” Donald repeated, like I’d just said something illegal. I barely had time to respond before his mood flipped completely. “Oh no, no, no—you’re definitely going,” he said, already grabbing my hand. “Donald, please—” I tried to protest, but he wasn’t even listening.

I thought that we were going to take our time, but it appeared that our passions had other ideas. “Daisy, your pussy is taking my cock. I can feel you massaging the length and the heat is just about the damnedest thing that I’ve ever felt.” He moved back, until the head was popping free, before burying himself in one long thrust. “Yes… Yes… Gabriel… Yes.” I was pushing on his ass to get maximum penetration and I was watching the sweat that he was now dripping down on to my own body. The cool drops gave me a moment of reprieve from the heat that was burning between us. “I love it and I’ve never met a man that is able to read my body signals like you do.”

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV

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