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“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

Lena shoved the apartment door open with her hip, arms full of her jacket and the little paper bag from the corner store. The hallway light was off. Good. Kai must still be at the gym or out with those loud friends of his. The place smelled like coffee and whatever spicy thing he’d cooked last night—still warm, still quiet.

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

There’s no coming back after crossing that line. She scooted a little closer, pushing my shorts towards my crotch, her bare skin leaving a hot trail against my bare thighs. Her face reddened, either from embarrassment or arousal. Maybe both. That little detail made my heart thump wildly against my ribcage. It was so loud that I had a feeling she could hear it. Her soft hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my chin up a little so I could face her, and I let her, because who could resist her?

Coming from him while his hands were on me like this, so close to the edge of my shorts, it made my face burn hot and my stomach flip. I shifted on the bench, trying to ignore how my panties were already soaked from the run but getting wetter by the second for a completely different reason now. The fabric between my legs felt slick and clingy, my pussy throbbing every time his fingers moved higher. His palms smoothed up again, slower this time, thumbs spreading out along the inside of my thigh until the tips of his fingers slipped just under the hem of my shorts. Then one thick finger brushed right along the edge of my panties, grazing the soaked cotton that was plastered against my swollen

Chapter 2 My pussy flooded hotter, soaking the crotch of my shorts so I could feel the fabric clinging wet between my legs. I reached back with my free hand and stroked his hard cock over his pants, wrapping my fingers around the thick length and squeezing so I could feel every vein and the way the head was already leaking enough precum to make a damp spot on the fabric. “Shit, it’s so thick,” I breathed out, stroking him slowly and firmly while he kept mauling my tits with both hands now, one on each, lifting and squeezing them together so they spilled over his fingers.

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.

She didn't say a word. She just climbed into his bed, her shorts already gone. And they didn't play any games. Ember Thinking 1 credits remaining for today. Running low - upgrade your plan

he panted, trying to get his breathing back to normal. ‎ ‎"Really? I've thought about taking your gym shorts off every morning when you walk past my house, but I could not bring myself to do or say anything" I whispered to his lips as he kissed me again. ‎ ‎"Well that makes two of us. I guess we could thank the heat wave, yeah" he added inbetween kisses. ‎

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.