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she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

"You should go live with the fish, so you can't steal any more of my oxygen!" "Aw, Celie!" Clarice and my best friends cried in protest. There was no explaining, not in this chaos. So I figured I'd do it by showing the woman instead. I dragged our landlady over to the cash register and dramatically pressed open the drawer. It popped out an eruption of money. You know how, in Saturday morning cartoons, the characters' eyes bulge three feet out of their heads? That's what happened to Celie. She stared at stray tens and twenties that fell like waste paper from the jammed trays. They came to rest on the metal strongbox that we kept under the counter. With a flourish, I opened it, too. A full box

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“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Lila's POV The next day dragged with a delicious ache, my body still marked from Jax's midnight claim pussy sore and leaking his cum under my skirt as I moved around Mia's house. Breakfast had been torture, his foot teasing my ankle under the table while Mia chattered about weekend plans, clueless to the dirty secret burning between us. "Movie marathon tonight," she announced, eyes lighting up. "You in, Lila? Jax too.. family bonding." I nodded, pulse racing at the thought of being sandwiched between them, the risk making my core throb.

"Fuck, it's too much... but so good. Walls squeezing, milking it like a cock." Jax stepped closer, cock in hand, but I shook my head. "Nine first." The penultimate setting: a powerful, steady roar, full throttle. I buried the toy deep, thumb on my clit, rubbing furiously. "This is the destroyer— vibrates so hard you feel it in your bones. Pushes you over, no choice. Orgasms crash like waves, one after another."

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FUCKING HER UNTIL SHE PASSES OUT Jax's POV My breath hitched in my throat as her hands found my waist band, already tugging at my belt. She unbuckled it, making it drop to the ground before unzipping my pants. She pulled my pants, along with my briefs down to my ankle. My cock sprang out, slapping my stomach and just happy to be freed after a long night filled with temptation. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" She asked, her piercing blue eyes staring deep into my brown ones.