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She knew she was hot. Her heart was running its own sickly marathon. "Is it something related to sex?"

When she did, his tongue swept in, hot and wet and demanding, licking every bit of sensitive flesh and coaxing her own tongue to dance with his. Heat flash through her, tightening her nipples and making the pulse in her sex throb like a bass drum. It pounded through her blood stream, so hard she was sure Matt could feel it vibrate in her body. His own body heat was surging into hers, eating her blood, and even through the layers of their clothing she could feel the hard, swollen thickness of his cock.

"Stepbrother? Oh, yeah, Collins mentioned that. But you guys aren't blood related or anything, right? I mean, no big deal if something happened. He's hot, and you two live together. Stuff like that happens in movies all the time." I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and I reached for a bottle of water on the table to buy time. As I leaned forward, I felt more of his cum shift inside me, leaking out slow, and my pussy clenched hard, sending a jolt of need through me. God, why did talking about him make me so wet? I hated how my body reacted, nipples tightening under the thin bikini top, visible now if she looked close. "Nah, nothing like that," I said, taking a sip. "He's just... Haiden. Always

She closed her eyes and for a moment wished she was back at the foundation party, the orchestra playing something warm and mellow in the background, Gabe moving her to the music with a familiar fluid grace. But now they were locked in an erotic dance, flirting at the edge of danger and she wasn't sure she knew all the steps. He had an erection that was hard enough to carve a hole in her. His thick rod was like a hot pipe pressing into her, the hair on his chest a rough carpet pricking at her breasts and nipples. She tightened her arms around his waist and nipped at his chest with her teeth. When she found a flat nipple she pulled it into her mouth, closing her lips over it.

The heat between Jessa and Arthur had become a constant, delicious hum in her life. It was a Tuesday afternoon, the sun slanting through the blinds of Arthur’s bedroom, painting stripes across their sweat-slicked bodies. They hadn’t even made it to the bed. He’d pulled her into the room, his hands already under her skirt, his mouth hot on hers, and she’d guided him back against the wall. His cock was already hard, straining against his jeans, and she’d freed it with a practiced urgency, her own need a throbbing pulse between her legs.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

he said with a smirk. “But she isn't" "Why?” “Because she is different! Don't you get it, or feel it?” I said, jolt up from the couch only to sit ack immediately, raking my hair, hard. “Please don't tell me you are starting to like her?” He said with a shocked look on his face. “Is it a taboo?” “Chester! Dude, what is going on? Are you seriously asking me that? She is a stripper! A gold digger who would do anything to get your attention just for money!”

"Randy and I...share a lot of things." Autumn swallowed a bite of bacon to hide her surprise. "You mean you tell each other about your dates? Like high school boys?" "Not exactly," he mumbled. "Then what, exactly?" Then her jaw dropped as a stunning thought hit her. "You mean you share your women?" "Hey, don't make it sound like we're committing murder," he said defensively and rose to refill his coffee mug. "Don't tell me you've never heard of ménage." Of course she'd heard of it. Hadn't she read about it in her erotic romances? Hadn't it been one of the things she and the blog ladies had discussed and fantasized and giggled about at the convention.

“We both know that we can't solve this." "But we can try," Stacey replied. "Yeah, but I don't want to stress my brain. I can't even concentrate. I want to do something else.” Mia said as she looked around the office. “What is that?” Stacey asked, and Mia leaned closer and said, “I'm feeling horny. I want us to have some fun in this office. I want to feel your tongue in my sweet pussy." Stacey’s eyes widened, and she twirled her head towards the closed door before speaking up, “Are you mad? What if he comes back and catches us?”

Lies had a way of resurfacing. And this one was already burning beneath her skin.