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Jackpot

“He’s so in something with you,” Jeanne had said looking at Eliza.

“We’re just in an awkward place, I mean we recently started sleeping with each other again so he kind of expects that from me? I mean he even wondered if the baby is Rafe’s,” Eliza stated calmly.

Eliza was not going to make any apologies, but her baby was Rafe’s. She told him that the baby was his—he said the baby was his because they were married and that was what she wanted but it was very possible that the baby could be Oscar’s.

There was something poetic in that because she loved Oscar, but she had not chosen him. She had married Rafe. She was happily married too, everything she had ever feared with Rafe she now saw was a bit unnecessary.

Everything that had happened between all of them, and she had chosen Rafe. Jeanne looked at her, and Eliza smiled.

“Who do you love more?” Jeanne questioned her, while sipping her water. Eliza bit her lip, there was no answer for that question. Her love for either was boundless…she had hit the jackpot either way, with either man.

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Out of Character

Oscar was a permanent fixture suddenly. He came to see her often in the morning before he went to work, sometimes working from her apartment so he could see her and make sure she was okay.

Eliza told him he did not have to dote on her–she was not porcelain and she would be fine. But Oscar was more attentive than ever—Rafe was the same—she felt very loved.

It was jarringly out of character however when Oscar was with her one morning, and he caressed her face. He had always been affectionate with her, but he did not stop there.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back. She had not been expecting the kiss, but she received it like a sacrament. His lips were warm and sought more from her than ever before. His hand slipped under her robe, and touched her bare skin. Eliza gasped as he touched her breasts and stomach, wondering if he could feel the changes she saw and she pulled her robe together.

“Oscar,” she groaned softly, her body wanted more but she was afraid of what more would mean.

“I need you Eliza,” he groaned, the sound of his voice made her ache with his loss and his desire. “Please let me…”

Her eyes dissolved into liquid, as she did not move to stop him and he pushed her robe off of her shoulders. Her nipples were hard, and the ache between her legs gripped her with desperation.

She could not say no to this–to him now. Desire and friendship were too heady for her to do anything, as he lifted her breast and kissed it graciously like a hand looking up at her.

Her body quivered with the fever he created in her. She was not sure she had ever lusted for him like this before. Even in the very beginning the first time she saw him in Paris, and they were inseperable…walking past a lingerie store was like a fire and made them want to make love right outside of it. Even then she was not sure that she felt the fever that she felt now as Oscar got on top of her on the couch and that was the only thing she wanted in the entire world…

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Caramel

Caramel was delighted that Damaris was going to Paris. They were colleagues, and she advised several of her clients to see Caramel in her wake.

Cara and her worked together often. They were Nyla’s best girls, so when a client wanted a threesome it was a no brainer that they were hired. Those nights were intense and decadent night for Damaris, she came so many times one night she felt like she would combust.

This night, was a thank you for picking up her slack. Damaris invited Cara out for dinner and to stay over in the luxe hotel suite that Jared had gotten for her, so she would not be late for her early morning flight. He was already in Paris—business demanded—so she would meet him there.

Damaris could tell by the way that Cara licked the caramel on her spoon, what was on her mind. She knew as soon as Cara ordered the caramel heavy dessert what was on her mind. Spooning up caramel from Cara’s plate, let Cara know she was definitely up for dessert.

When she invited Cara to stay over with her, didn’t she know exactly why?

Their kisses tasted like caramel. Damaris let her tongue delicately lick a spot of caramel stickiness off of Cara’s chin. Cara slipped her hand under her dress, as she licked that sweet spot from her chin.

Cara’s hand spanned over Damaris’ thigh, and gripped her it with familiarity and longing. Her other hand pulled at her hair, which soothed her. Damaris liked having her hair pulled, and she wanted more, as she licked her lip still sweet with caramel as she craved other sweets…

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Core

Jumping into the water to skinny dip with Rafe was only the beginning of their experience together. Over the course of the weekend he had gotten to her core. It was not just that they made love all weekend, and that he got to her core literally either.

Lying in bed with him, Chloe felt a connection so deep as he caressed her after making love, his caress like they had not stopped making love drove her wild. She never imagined that her inappropriate crush on Oscar as an intern would have developed into something like this—opening their relationship the way he never had before with the woman who she was sure was one of the most important women in his life…as well as her mother.

Chloe had not really wanted to have dinner with Eliza and Rafe, but she did for Oscar. Eliza knew everything about her mother and Oscar, and then her and Oscar so that was intimidating. But what she felt when she met Rafe was big, and she would never have been open to even trying anything if it had not developed so organically. Oscar was having a weekend with Eliza, and she was not even thinking about it because it was not important at the moment.

Rafe lifted her hips, and she spread her legs all the more because his weight enticed her to. He spread her legs even more, and she moaned as the desire for him to fill her filled her. Her body was wired with desire and between her legs wet for him as she had been all weekend. He slipped a thick finger inside of her, and even though it was not the entry she had craved, it made her move toward him and he reached in with that come hither curl with his finger that made her arch up and cry out.

He hugged her, and her body vibrated with the orgasm that she had had. But it was not just with the physical pleasure, it was with the intensity of her emotions. She was falling in love with him so hard, and the way he made her feel she hoped he was falling for her too. Chloe was not sure though, and she could not ask him because she was Oscar’s. All she could do was live in the moment, and let him into her in all the ways that he would enter her.

She kissed his chest, and the heat of his skin seared her lips and burned her even more to the core.

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Leap

Chloe enjoyed the drive out of the city with Rafe. He suggested taking her to this place outside of the city so they could be together…alone.

When she had a crush on Oscar, that crush was exactly that a girlish infatuation. But when they got together, and when she met Rafe after this was authentic. This was love. She had never even admitted it to herself that she was in love with Rafe, but she was and there was no denying it anymore. Sitting with him now in the passenger seat of the car, she looked out at the water and did not resist the urge to run out to it. Piece by piece, she took off her clothes and looked back at him, sticking out her tongue and licking her lips. When Rafe chased her—which she wanted him to do—the adrenaline ran through her as she ran and dived off the board into the water.

She was in a bikini in the water, but when Rafe jumped in he was in nothing. Naked and beautiful, he swam toward her. Chloe was wet from the water, and wet between her legs. He wrapped his arms about her and kissed her, Chloe throbbed all over from his touch. From the closeness of his body. From everything of him.

Chloe wanted everything, and she was not sure how she was going to have it—Oscar, Rafe… Oscar was her man, there was no question about that. But in the water now with Rafe with the sun pouring down on them—this was her everything.

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Those Three Words

Her job sometimes made Damaris kind of a therapist–it was not just a roll on your back job like most people thought. It was the oldest profession for a reason—the service was needed whether society wanted it to be or not. She easily became Nyla’s number one girl, and it got to the point that she wanted only her regulars.
Including Jared.
He came to see her fairly often, and always told her how beautiful she was. Those were the only three words that he said to her, before he made her melt with sex that was so good she thought about it when she was not with him. That late at night, when she was alone she thought about him and her fingers played her pussy like an instrument that she needed to tune.
Lying on her back now with him, he still licked her like the finest cream. Damaris pulled at the bed sheets with pleasure, because he knew her so well even from their intermittent meetings. He spanked her because she squirmed and cried too much while pushing herself against his face.
When he spanked her, she stilled instantly—he did not need to say anything to her. She obeyed him without words, and came like she was free falling in a dream—kicking her feet about his shoulders and gripping them.
She put her robe on as he kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled her to him. He looked down at her softly—briefly—before he left. Her phone pinged to let her know that he had tipped her. His tips were always very generous, and she wrapped her arms about herself.

Dressed up like she was going on the fanciest date, Damaris looked up at the gorgeous photo of a nude woman from her table. It was late, so she sat at a cushy table all to herself.
She would not be alone for long. As a regular, the staff talked to her and there was always a man that wanted to talk to her. That was what she wanted…
…to talk.
Aside from those three words, Jared never said anything more to her than to tell her how beautiful she was. He made her body feel beautiful but not her soul, and she knew it was dangerous to feel this way about him…a client…
That was what she told herself…

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Survival of Fortune

Oscar did not know how he was going to survive this latest romantic dilemma he found himself in. He had been in enough…

Eliza…

Polly….

Sally…

Chloe…Chloe…

This thing with Chloe had not been something he had expected at all.

But Chloe had been full of surprises. He had not known about her at all from Sally, even though this was the second run of their relationship. When he did find out about her, he thought she was going to be a young girl—she was a young woman instead, and was working on his playing field.

He definitely had not expected that he would work on a project with her, and have so much in common with her. That she would be unlike any woman that he had met.

Sally had had to leave for work—her leaving him alone with Chloe had not helped. They were all animals after all… He had been seeing Eliza for another possible run of their relationship when he started with Sally again.

Relationships for him were constantly evolving, morphing into something else. It was like they were never ending, because he had had moments with Polly where they could have been a thing again but they had not let it be. He seemed to move in and out of relationships in an almost aquatic manner.

But at the end of all of this was Chloe. She was asleep on his chest, and her sweet scent combined with her soft skin against his was all he wanted to think about. She looked like a sliver of Sally on his chest, but she also looked like herself. He was so intrigued by how she got him, and even though she was younger it was not an issue. She looked at him like she adored him when they were first together, he could barely keep his hands or his thoughts off of her.

He felt like he needed a fortune teller to let him know what was going to happen, or what he should do. Chloe was all he wanted now, and he was going to let his heart dictate his thoughts and actions.

Chloe stirred slightly on his chest, and he was hard wanting to be inside her again. But she was not awake so he just breathed deeply.

On his phone, he had a text which he read with his one hand because he did not dare move Chloe. He dropped the phone with that same hand, its heavy thud woke Chloe up.

”What is the matter?” she asked, caressing his chest.

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Fantasy B

Chloe rubbed her eyes because this could not be happening. She was not sure how it had happened–it was a bit of a blur to her–but what she did know was that she was watching the top of Oscar’s head as he went down on her.

She ran her hands through his hair, and the heat of his scalp felt like lava under her hand. When he looked up at her, she melted. His eyes were warm and directed at her.

It was that look they got them into this position, but it was so sincere. They both wanted to be here. He spread her legs wider, kissed the wet with desire skin there and Chloe trembled as she moaned. Oscar caressed her shaking legs.

“I am sorry,” she hissed, out of breath.

“Sorry for what?” Oscar asked, as he moved up to kiss her. His hand was under her shirt, and she placed her hands over his. “What?”

When they broke apart from their kiss, Chloe looked at him, and sighed.

“I want you,” she said helplessly, and he kissed her again.

Chloe was eager to have him inside of her, eager to feel the warmth of him inside of her.

“I want you,” he answered simply.

When he moved to climb on top of her, Chloe surprised him by getting on top of him instead. Looking in his eyes and never looking away, she held him and pushed him inside of her. Full of him and him touching her in just that spot, Chloe started to move. She had never been on top before, but she needed to be on top of Oscar. She needed to let him see that she wanted him in her–how much she wanted him in her. She kept her eyes on him, as she grinded her hips. It made her happy to see that she was pleasing him, made her happy that had she was in control of her own pleasure. That whatever movements she made, was going to enhance their pleasure.

Oscar touched her which she was happy for because she needed him to touch her, and any touch from him made her feel that maybe…he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Tired from riding him, Chloe came with a laziness that made her smile, as he moved her hips for her and made her fuck him harder which made another orgasm burst inside of her. It was too much. She fell over him spent, and he held her close to him.

This was better than any fantasy she had ever conjured about him, but the repercussions were deeper than any of her fantasies.

This was real, and what were they going to tell her mother?!

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Heavy

Nyla was exhausted—what else could she be? Her body was heavy with lust, but she knew that Andres was right. If they were together she would be his, and she was terrified of that. Not of him, but of getting close to someone and not knowing where it was going to go again…if they would die.

She looked into his eyes when he told her she would be his, and felt the heat in her eyes match his. It was so easy to swoon, and touch herself at that moment. Her fingers between her legs, and then up toward her breasts. Nyla could barely stand, she was so heavy with lust and she wanted Andres to touch her. Anywhere.

He let his finger dawdle between her breasts, but as much as Nyla leaned into his touch, she knew he was not going to give into her.

“I want you, but not like this,” he sighed. She looked down, as he pulled her to him. “When we are together, there should not be sadness or any other conflicting emotions. It should just be.”

Nyla pulled away from him, and looked up into his eyes. She knew he wanted her, but she would not push him.

Then.

As heavy with lust as her body was, she moved like syrup to his quarters. Nyla was not sure what she was going to do, but she was there. Through his outside window, she saw him. Large, naked and with his hands on himself, the way she wanted to be-hand, mouth, something! Watching him manipulate himself the way he was, with his eyes were focused on his thick shaft made her swallow hard. That was exactly what she wanted, as he wrung his shaft itself with one hand and caressed his head more softly with the other. The room vibrated with his intermittent moans. Nyla slipped her hand between her legs because she could not help it! What was she supposed to do when he was fucking himself and she could only look?

But when her moans got louder than his—Nyla opened her eyes to Andres walking toward her. His stride was as purposeful and intimidating as it was when he was fully dressed guarding her.

“I told you Nyla…” he started.

“I just want to watch, I promise. I could not stay away from you so I wandered over here. I have no agenda, I would have just as happily have watched you sleep.” Andres smiled, and took her hand. Nyla looked at him, as she gripped him the way he had gripped himself. He helped her move her hand the same way he had, which he had not needed to do. Touching him was instinctual, and she had memorized his movement in that short period of time. “You finish yourself off–go back and finish yourself off. I was not supposed to be here.”

“And what,” he smiled crookedly. “now I am only going to think about you.”

Nyla let her fingers linger between his breasts teasingly like he had done to her moments earlier.

“What were you thinking about before?”

Andres full out grinned, as he walked back to his bed, Nyla grinned at the view of him from the back, before he sprawled onto the bed like he was before. There was something a bit more lascivious about that sprawl though, as he looked at her and grabbed himself again. Hot and wet, Nyla did not dare touch herself.

This was his show.

He watched her as he started, and Nyla held his gaze even though it felt like she was taking away from his performance. But when he got into it, he was in his own world. He used the same movement masterfully with intermittent variation and mlike any great concerto he knew his winning notes. At his grand climax, Nyla watched him erupt and felt he deserved a thunderous applause.

But they were both silent, the only sound was their audible breathing and silent desire unfilled…

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Twisted!!!

It was so twisted!!! Chloe was a speed texter, but she could not even begin to type fast enough to get all of the words on the screen to her best friend!

She had been interning in the same city as her mother for months, and barely even saw her. Her father had miraculously come back into her life, and was spoiling her rotten with her own apartment–and paying for all of her expenses. No complaints from her or her mother! Her mom had had her very young, and had worked very hard to get her own success which meant she was not around a lot. Her mother’s sister had taken care of her, and her mom when she was around. Chloe was not mad, she got her ambition from her mom and she was proud of that.

As was her mom.

But when she went to dinner with her mom to meet her new boyfriend, her mouth dropped. She knew him, he was her office crush. The first time she saw him, she was smitten. He was older than her, but it did not matter–Chloe was starstruck. She never had any interaction with him, and there he was sitting next to her age-appropriate mother. All Chloe wanted to do was crumple up onto the floor, but she had to walk forward and shake his hand.

She had no idea what they talked about after that. Chloe immediately excused herself to the bathroom where she was at a loss for words to type. Before they thought she was sick or something, she had to go back to the table.

“Isn’t it ironic that you work for the same company as me, and I never noticed you when you look exactly like your mother? I guess all of the interns look the same to me,” Oscar frowned, as he realized how that must have come off to her.

Chloe smiled to reassure him, but she was hurt. The internship had just become her real job, and now she had to deal with a crush she could not have anymore. A crush who did not even know she was alive until now.

Dinner remained a din of words she could not remember even though she smiled and answered where she was supposed to–that was all she could do. Her mother hugged her after dinner, and Oscar hugged her to be less formal before she got into her Uber.

Chloe went to her apartment, and lie face down on her bed. She was too upset to cry.

Oscar’s scent lingered with her, as well as the feeling of his hard chest when he held her close to him. She closed her eyes and instead of tears, there were curtain call fantasies about Oscar that she had to have now–but never again.

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