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~Liliana~ These days after the gala don’t really settle into anything smooth. They just keep going, one after another, in a way that still catches me off guard. Every morning Rebecca wakes me up the same way, her little hands grabbing my arm and shaking until I open my eyes. She always has some urgent job for us, like lining up her stuffed animals for a big fight or sneaking a few extra strawberries from the kitchen before anyone notices. I catch how she presses closer when we sit with picture books or when she’s trying to write her letters. I don’t rush her. I just let it happen.

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He stepped closer, each step slow and measured, until the counter pressed against her back. “I don’t remember agreeing to this,” she whispered. His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her face up. “You agreed the second you let me inside you.” Her breath caught in her throat. He pressed his thumb against her bottom lip, holding her still. “Read them again.” Her pulse thudded in her ears. She didn’t look at the paper. “Read them,” he repeated, his voice low and rough. She swallowed hard and started reading aloud. With each number, his hand slid a little lower. By the time she got to the third rule, his fingers had found the hem of the shirt she wore. He pushed it up slowly, exposing her bare thi

We laze around drinking our lemonade with Clarissa still in the water and me and Selina sitting near each other with our legs in the pool. After finishing our glasses of lemonade we decide to start swimming properly and Selina's competitive side brings out my own competitive streak and we end up running through a bunch of competitions. We race each other to see who is the fastest, we see who can hold their breath underwater longest, who can hold an underwater handstand the longest, and a bunch of other challenges. Clarissa takes after her mother and isn’t overly competitive so she volunteers to be the judge while she just lounges around sipping on the freshly made lemonade.

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

She was draped over Ryder, her fingers constantly trailing over his shoulders, her lips seeking his at every opportunity. Bethany took a slow, theatrical sip of her Chardonnay, her eyes half-closed, before leaning in to press a wet, lingering kiss to Ryder's jaw. "Do you remember the summer of '98, baby?" she whispered loudly enough for the whole table to hear. "Under the pier? You were so shy then. Now look at you... my powerful, holy man. I can't wait for tomorrow."

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

"Romance." "Romance?" A slow smirk spread across his lips. "I read a bit of everything too, though I'm usually a mystery guy. Do you write smut?" I almost choked on my coffee, as I felt my face turned bright red. "Sometimes," I managed to say, desperately wishing the floor would swallow me whole. Why would he suddenly ask me that?