She knew what she wanted.She remembered when the winter had transformed to spring.Her suitor had come in strong, unsure, yet inspired.She let him in cautiously, as she had been twice bitten, still recovering from the wounds.They shared the humor of two sensitive individuals who were pleasantly surprised that they had found each other. Then came the predictable shift, which started with a misunderstanding, then grew into a...
"Tell you a story?""Of a bygone love. I like learning more about your former paramours, Honey.""Love?" In my bed--which had recently become our bed--I rolled over into Jacob's arms. I was barely awake, as it was early Saturday morning. "How about a former infatuation?"He adjusted himself between my thighs, comfortable in our new arrangement. "Acceptable."“It had to be a decade ago. I was twenty-seven, so you were--”“About...
"What would you like to see?""Show me what turns you on."In my bright pink shift dress, which was bunched around my waist, I climbed off of him and crossed my bare legs on the living room floor. "Besides you?"Kevin let out a loud exhale. He adjusted his belt buckle. "I'm so freaking into you, it's making me crazy.""Is that good or bad?""We've been dating for a month, and we are still pretending to binge-watch old sitcoms...
“That's my seat.”“What was that?”“You're in my seat.” I showed him the cinema ticket. “I wouldn't make a big deal about it, because I don't want to break up your friend group, but I don't want to take someone else's seat either.”“We just have to each move down one. Guys?” He and his two male friends each shifted in the theater row to their assigned numbers.“Thank you.”“No worries.”“Hey…” I mused as rested in the reclining...
"I leave tomorrow morning, but I will be back before you can miss me.""An entire week without the boss. What will we do without our fearless leader?"On the loveseat in her executive suite, Abbey crossed her legs at the ankles. "Hold down the fort. Although, this place already runs like clockwork without my interference."In the armchair next to her, Will leaned closer. "With you gone, who is in charge? Me, or Doug?""I'll l...
“‘You never open your mouth--’”“‘--until you know what the shot is.’ I got it, Abbey.”“Are you sure you want this job? I thought you wanted to get out of the field, take a seat in the front office.” Abbey rested her full bottom on the front of the mahogany desk in her executive suite.“One last ride,” Will promised, his brown eyes locked on hers. “Then I'll back here, by your side in the Oakland bureau, day in, day out. Yo...
She looked at him, eating his slurpy spaghetti, nervous and happy and messy. The crinkles around his dark eyes doubled every time he smiled at her, which in turn drew a smile from her, which enchanted him into a grin, and the cycle continued.She ordered the chocolate mousse, he ordered the vanilla bean cheesecake, and they took bites from each. She watched him swallow the sweet cream, and then she felt his knee bump agai...
“Spectacular is high praise, but I will take it.”“Ladies, wasn’t Amber marvelous?” Standing next to me near the mirrored wall in the front of the studio, Rhonda applauded, which sparked a round of cheers from the other six dancers in the room.I held up my hands, slightly abashed by the praise. “I’m not an expert on the pole like Rhonda here, but I do hope I showed you how to release your sensuality through your performanc...
"The Pixie-Bob Prime?""Guaranteed to blow your wig off. If you wore one."Abbey pulled the toy's cardboard box further out of the black gift bag that Will held out for her. "Solid.""It's a present," he said."From the manufacturer?"Will hedged. "It came direct from their factory.""Why would they send me free stuff?" Abbey set the bag and its contents on her spartan, mahogany desk."You're an influencer in the adult industry....
“It is a cult.”“If the messenger were another person, then I might believe the words coming out of your mouth.”“Amber, you are the one who sat down next to me at this empty table in this enormous backyard.”“I wanted to see when the birthday cake came out, and you are seated closest to the buffet.”“Buffet is generous. It's a plastic tablecloth with an array of chip bowls and cookie platters and pizza boxes clumped next to...
“You're not a fool. You can sit down, if you'd like.”“I'm not keeping you from working on your story?”At a wooden table in the otherwise empty Mystery section of the campus library, Abbey pulled out a chair next to her. “Are you a writer, too?”“Aspiring.” He sat and faced her, keeping his voice low. “I have started a bunch of them, but I haven't finished any.”“What are they about?”“I am embarrassed to say.”“Ewoks?”He shoo...
She had just closed a deal with a client that would open up a whole new market for her: the self-made female mogul, no billionaire sugar daddies required.In her canary yellow blouse and skinny black tie, Abbey reclined in the desk chair in front of the bay window in her executive suite. She finally allowed herself to acknowledge that the meticulous strategies she had executed over the past decade were paying off.But she h...
“They don't like me.”“They don't know you.”Abbey sat down on the stuffed armchair next to the desk in her private office. Lucky for her, Jed was already sitting in that chair with his pants off and his cock hard.“They definitely know who I am.” In her black bra and pink panties, Abbey eased her sculpted thighs over the chair’s leather arms, her ample behind settling on top of Jed’s lap. “You’re a millionaire who provides...
“She's so cool.”“You mentioned that. Once a day for the past seven days.”“We clicked and soul-bonded.”“Then this should be a terrific dining experience.”“I’m nervous. What if I am remembering her inaccurately?” I posited, as Kevin and I walked through the doors of the casual dining establishment. “What if Amber isn’t engaging or amusing at all? Or, what if her husband is a toad?”My husband held my hand as we stood in line...
“My pie is delicious, but does it have to come out of my oven?”“I don't get it.”I stopped myself from rolling my eyes and explained my proposition for the third time. “We don't have to bake the pies ourselves. We could buy them at a store and resell them at the fundraiser for more than they cost.”“But it's a Bake Sale,” Harper's mom replied from the stage in the school’s auditorium during the last minutes of the endless P...
