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"Yulia! Why are you not seeing me anymore?" Her innocent yet beautiful body pressed onto him. He finds it hard not to peek at her visible cleavage. "Oh gosh, Tamara what are you wearing?" He removed his trench coat to cover her low v-line cream dress. He pushed her a little away to stop himself from feeling her full breasts. His body's not one to not react when it comes to her. The more he refrain himself from ravaging her on his bed the more he loses sense of rationality. Her eyes shone purity. "Why are they saying I can't meet you anymore?"

Tara and I go into the first bar we can to as we walk. "Here, the fire bar. We can go in here. I love this bar," Tara says. "I do not think they have any bloody marys, but we can find something you might like," I say to her. Tara rubs up next to me, getting a little frisky with me. "I think I already have found something that I like," Tara says. She kisses at me and gives me a wink. Great! Great now I have Renae's drunk friend trying to fuck me five seconds after losing her. I should have fun while I wait for my brother to surface. Maybe I will fuck Tara, she does look like fun.

Tara’s friends echoed in agreement. “That woman is really a shameless whore.” “Yeah, but I really am jealous of you. Master Carter is rich and handsome, and he’s good to you. If I can meet someone like him, I’ll become a vegan for the rest of my life.” “I’ll be one for the rest of my life and my next life.” As the flattery slowly built up to the climax, Tara answered, “Okay, guys, this is the main chat group. We shouldn’t be chatting here.”

Finn’s face lit up, and with a smile gazing at Tara, he commented, “Hermosa (Beautiful)…!..” Ryan’s eyes squinted at Finn’s comment and he glances at Finn with a grimace but doesn’t utter a word. Finn marched toward Tara, “Hi…Beautiful…! My name is Finn… and You!!!...”, his eyebrows wriggle and a playful smile plastered on his face as he tried to flirt with her. Tara’s eyes narrowed with perplexity as she stared at Finn, “Tara Sharma..!”, She replied gently despite feeling slightly prickly by it but she avoids it as her eyes peek at Ryan, who stood turning his back on her.

I saw the moment Tara let go of her control and gave in to the maddening attraction between us. l let her lean in until her warm body was flushed against mine, pressing against my clothes, so that I could feel both the heat from her body, and the pressure from her pounding heart. When a little trace of doubt flashed in Tara’s eyes, I shook my head with a low growl. ‘No backing out now, luv,’ I thought. So I took her lips before she could pull back. Ambrosia. The fruit of the gods. That’s what Tara tasted like. Even better than I recalled.

Tara. That's all I have left. ---

By tomorrow, my lips would be swollen from how rough he kissed me. He finally sat back in the seat beside me, breathing hard. We were a mess. "I love fucking you." He muttered, running his hand through his hair. I smiled, my cheeks burning. "You're so wild." "You bring it out of me." He grinned, knowing exactly what he did to me. My phone rang, I took it from my bag, and froze when I saw the name. Why was Tyla calling? Before I could pick up, the call ended. Then came a text. I tapped the screen, my heart pounding. The message read: 'I know what you've been doing.' I stopped breathing.

"Just... the chair is a bit uncomfortable." Mateo’s hand didn't move. It stayed there, large and hot, his fingers beginning a slow, agonizing crawl up her inner thigh. Ariana’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to shift away, but the booth was narrow, and Mateo’s grip was absolute. He didn't just touch her; he claimed her, his hand moving higher, his thumb tracing the seam of her silk shorts under her skirt. "You should try the tartare, Ariana," Mateo said, his voice smooth and professional, even as his fingers reached the sensitive, damp heat between her legs. "It’s a specialty of the house. Very raw. Very primal."

Several minutes later, I dropped my fifth bottle with a loud belch which made Jax laugh. My head was spinning but in a very good way, and my vision was all blurred and distorted. “I'm so … so … so… drunk!” I yelled and hiccuped. “Yeah, you have mentioned that before.” I tilted my head and looked at Jax, really looked at him. Something I barely allowed myself to do - but at least now I have alcohol to blame it on. I sighed. How is it allowed for a gay man to be so deliciously hot? How could a hot man like this be gay?

"What? Your ideas can be kind of crazy." "But fin," Dara reminded her. "Remember that gift certificate we got to the spa from Shelley Morrison?" "Sure. Her extra thank you for making her party so special." "I remind you it's for Queen For a Day, a place we are a good ways from being able to afford ourselves. I'm going to call and see if they can take us. It's the middle of the week so hopefully no problem." "And what will we do there? I mean besides hair and nails?"