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Her body shakes as Chase holds her through it. I get to my feet and lift her, laying her out on the bed and stepping back. Archie moves closer, angling the phone, so Finley sees everything as Chase spreads her legs. “Fuuuck,” Finley curses as he gets his first look at her perfect little pussy. “On your knees, little bird,” Chase says, his voice low.

she whispered. Ashley lay stark naked on the large mahogany bed. Her golden hair was sprawled across the bed. Baby pink coloured flowers were used to decorate her hair. Her skin was shiny like she had been oiled all over. Her pose was seductive, he knew he was already spotting a boner without looking down. He watched the slight rise and fall of her ample bosom as she let out small breaths. It was just like he had imagined, pale pink nipples. Her legs crossed over each other so he couldn’t see her silky entrance.

she added mischievously. Asher looked confused. She stood up and walked towards the water. She pulled her dress slowly over her shoulders, exposing the pale skin of her back. Sliding her arms out of it, she then pulled the dress over the curves of her hips, pushing it down until it silently dropped to her feet. She stepped out of it and bent to pick it up to place it neatly on a rock, allowing him a provocative view of her round and shapely behind. She then unclipped her bra and let it fall on the rock, unpinning her chignon. She let her blonde curls fall down her back, fluffing it gently with her fingers.

A woman’s moan, breathless, needy, followed by the rhythmic creak of a bed and a deep, guttural groan that I knew belonged to him. His door was half ajar, a slice of warm golden light spilling into the hallway like an invitation I never asked for. I should have kept walking. I should have run. But my feet wouldn’t move. My hand tightened around my bag strap, and before I could stop myself, I edged closer, just enough to see through the gap. And God, I wished I hadn’t. Chase was on his knees in the center of his massive bed, completely naked, every inch of him carved from pure sin. Moonlight and lamplight poured over his broad shoulders, highlighting the flex of muscle down his back, the tape

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I calmly said, so even if Arzhel heard, he wouldn’t have an idea what I was talking about. Ashley gave me a suspicious look, and she made it clear she didn’t believe me. “Then turn around your camera and show me the whole room,” she challenged. I slowly shook my head in disbelief. “You’re crazy. If you don’t want to believe me, that’s not my problem,” I said. “I’m not gonna judge you if you want to go back to him,” she said and flashed a teasing smile.

He doesn't feel comfortable to hide a secret from Aaron, but who is he, want to tell him about the past between them? Chase sits on his swivel chair and turns on his computer. He starts searching for something on the internet and not long after he smiles. Took out his phone, he dials a number from the website. … In the next three days, Aaron does some painting together with Asher. They used Hazel studio to do their activity. While Chase was busy with something. He went out since morning saying that he had an appointment with somebody. Hazel also busy with her work at the lab.

Chase plucked the ribbon from his lapel, holding it up between us; he met my gaze with a silent question, “May I?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to take my hand in his. I couldn’t stop my beating heart as I watched him loop the ribbon around my ring finger to make a makeshift ring. I glanced at his face, which was set in concentration, wondering what kind of person he was. I was so immersed in watching him that the crass words that Asher muttered startled me. “She’ll always be a whore and never a queen.” Chase and I both turned to face him, and I was about to lash at him and let him have it because I was sick and tired of listening to him spit insults at

I'd left it three years later as a woman who knew exactly what monsters looked like in expensive suits. The ballroom was full of people I recognized. There was Victoria Ashford in silver, already positioning herself near the bar where Alexander would stand. There was Eleanor Sterling, surveying the room like a queen inspecting her kingdom. And there, across the room, was Alexander. Thirty-two years old. Devastating in a custom tuxedo. Every inch the billionaire heir who'd charmed me senseless in another lifetime. He was talking to a congressman, that practiced smile on his face the one that didn't reach his eyes. I'd thought that smile was mysterious once. Now I knew it just meant he was bor

Ash growled as he rubbed himself through his pants, watching me as a fire lit behind his eyes. Continuing my strip-tease, I removed my blouse, followed by my skirt, until I was standing in only my lace bra and thong set. I bit my lip as I released my breasts, fondling them and pinching my nipples, moaning Ash’s name as I did; the strained look on his face was truly priceless. I turned my back to him, gripping the hem of my thong, and leaned forward, pulling them off of me; my ass and already soaked cunt on full display for my husband.

She explained. "Ah, yes. He's here, and by the way, I'm Abigail. His cousin's wife." I said, introducing myself to her. She reached for my hand with a soft smile. I no longer wonder why Trevor was head over heels for this woman. She's like a fallen angel from above. She's so beautiful in person. This is the first time I've met her. I only see her face on Trevor's phone. "Yasmin, you can call me Yassy for short," she said.