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The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

“I love how you don’t stop until I’m too loud to care.” Daniel kissed me slow and deep, still buried inside me. Outside, the afternoon light was starting to soften. We still had hours before Claire came home. I already knew my voice would be wrecked by the time she did. I couldn’t wait. Wondering how it all started, well hear me out! I knew exactly what I was doing every time I put on one of those dresses. The short ones. Soft cotton that stopped halfway down my thighs. The yellow, the pale green, the white with the tiny flowers.

He lifted my top and in one go,he had it over my head and on the floor. His hands hooked over the band of my shorts as he began peeling it off. “I want screams tonight.” “You're not __” “I'm gonna make you scream,trust me.” I refused to look into his eyes,I couldn't. I stepped out of my shorts and immediately,he got on his knees,his face directly in front of my pussy. I moved my legs, feeling a bit exposed. “Are you shy?” He asked. His voice held a little hint of mockery. “A bit,I'm just.” I felt the first lick and my body went rigid.

Sometimes, late at night when the floor is empty, I go in there alone, rest my hands on the warm glass, and remember. And sometimes—on the nights when the longing gets too sharp—I take my phone out and send a single message across the ocean. Printer’s free. The reply always comes within minutes. I know. And even though he is an ocean away, even though we haven’t touched in months, the memory of his cock stretching me open over that machine is still enough to make me wet.

Approval must be earned. I add a new line: Sees everything. Says nothing. Dangerous. Then I delete the whole document. Because I’m not studying him anymore. I’m learning him. And that’s not part of the plan. Sienna texts me: You okay? I stare at the phone. I type: No. Then I delete it. I type: I think I just met a man who’s not Ethan. I delete that too. Finally, I send: Meridian’s gonna crush. Sleep well.

My short hair felt sticky under the cap and I wiped sweat from my neck. A girl two seats over leaned toward me during the first icebreaker shout. “Hey new face, what's your name and one fun fact? I cleared my throat and dropped my voice low. “Alex. I like soccer and keeping shit low key.” She giggled. “Cool Alex you look like you could kick ass on the field. I’m Mia by the way. My fun fact is I can shotgun a beer in under ten seconds.” “Nice one Mia, maybe I will see you try that sometime,” I said, keeping it short but forcing a grin.

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

Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

Chapter 1 Elara pov “Ronan, you have no idea how bad I want to just grab you right now,” I said, my voice coming out breathy as I sprawled on the couch next to him, the living room dim from the single lamp we left on. My heart pounded in my chest, that ache between my legs throbbing harder with every word we tossed back and forth tonight. We had been at it for hours, teasing each other with these dirty jokes that started innocent but turned into full on fantasies about what we would do if we ever crossed that line.

Right when the vampire was a few feet away from Uea, a sense of realization flashed through his mind, and he gasped in horror. "Isn't this Cassian? The vampire in my story 'Exclusively His'? The short story collection I finished a few days ago?" Uea's mind overworked, trying to make sense of what was going on. He'd already found everything familiar to begin with, and after confirming his situation, another realization dawned on him, shaking him to the core. Uea glanced at his chained body, and his lips trembled when he realized he wasn't in his own body, but the body of the main character of his short story.