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“We will be at the room soon.” And at the room soon we were and once inside, the clothes were disappearing and we barely made it to the bed. That night was one that I would never forget because the way he viciously fucked me, turning me every which way while his mouth and hands left their mark on my skin was amazing. Who knew that a one night stand could be so damn exciting? Not me, but we just kept going at it again and again until the sun slowly started to paint the ceiling of our room.

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"

Practical. She booked the ticket before she could change her mind. Departure: tonight. Her heart pounded as the confirmation email arrived. It felt reckless. It felt necessary. She closed her laptop and stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The ring shifted inside it, a small, heavy reminder of the night she had allowed herself to feel something other than betrayal. No names. No promises. That’s what they had agreed. She stepped onto the sidewalk, disappearing into the crowd. Hours later, Alexander stood in the hotel suite again, the bed neatly made, the room cleared of any sign she had been there.

I need an excellent one-night stand to get over him. We are out back smoking a shared cigarette. I am leaning up against a wall, one leg angle against the wall, and he asks me my name. I tell him to call me "A," and he tells me to call him " B." I let out a cute chuckled laugh because that was funny, then that's when I get a good honest look at him, and he is attractive in a very adorable way. He has a beautiful smile, innocent written all over it, and he is small but not too skinny. That is when I start to feel guilty, and my head drops a bit. I let out a big sigh, and he asks me what's wrong. I tell him the truth, which is that I am a bit hung up on someone and came out tonight looking to

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He asks with a brow raised. "Yeah, how about you take me on a date first?" I ask with a smirk. "Really, whats the point of a one night stand if you gotta work for it, that's not how it works," he complains. "Get to know me before you fuck me," I say with a shrug. "I want you to work for it, I'm not your basic hoe who will be on her knees at your command." "Trust me, I know that already," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, making me chuckle.

Jasmine and I walked into the main office from the side, we were the last people to walk in so all eyes turned to us. The unique pair of hazel eyes with flecks of gold and green greeted me, I could never forget who those eyes belonged to. My mouth fell open in shock, embarrassment and shock again, I suddenly felt lightheaded and missed my step, thank god for the cubicle that I could hold on to on time. MY ONE NIGHT-STAND WAS MY BOSS… I FREAKING SLEPT WITH MY BOSS LAST NIGHT!!! Memories of the night before in his car came flooding in, how I kept screaming for him to go harder and deeper. I was so embarrassed that my cheek burned red, I suddenly wished the ground would tear open and swallow me

I can see the short hair on the back of his head, his almost-shaved nape, and the curve of his ear. I’m not foolish enough to assign any special meaning to what happened last night. People have one-night stands all the time, and I’m sure few of them think deeply about the act, viewing it as simple gratification. But despite all that, it was special for me. This man found me attractive enough to take me to bed, he took considerable time to give me pleasure—three times—and he was kind and gentle—well, until the end, anyway. As I remember how he lost control and thrust himself to a climax, I get goosebumps all over. I’ll be pressing the rewind button on that memory a lot in the future.

The driver was trying to get her attention. There was just one person she knew would still be at the office this late if he hadn’t left early—the man she tried to steer clear of: Ezra Queen, the so-called "cold, handsome devil." He wasn’t like this when she first met him. What could have turned him into the person he was now? The unlovable man he seemed to be? It couldn't be what she did, right? It doesn't look important. It was a one night stand after all.

My wolf stirred uneasily, but I ignored her. It’s just fun, I told myself. One night. One man. Nothing binding. When the song ended, I was breathless, my cheeks hot. He leaned in, lips near my ear. “Come with me. Hotel across the street. No strings. Just fun.” My heart stuttered. A one-night stand. I’d never done it. Never dared. Wolves didn’t. But wasn’t that the point? Tonight wasn’t about what wolves did. It was about what I did.