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Twist

Charlotte wore stiletto heels—that was all the memo from Harry said. To wear a pair of her stilettos, and come to his office after hours. Between her legs was quivered. They still had sex during office hours, but the stuff that they were currently exploring was stuff that they needed to do after business hours.

The echo of her heels on the floor turned her on, and the clenching and quivering between her legs made it hard for her to walk. She was still sore from their last episode…

When she got to his office, he was sitting slouched in his seat staring at the door.

Waiting for her.

Charlotte paused, waiting for him to say something. Usually he wanted her just in the heels, and then they would explore from there.

“You know what to do,” he stated plainly.

Charlotte undressed slowly, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She paused a bit because she loved to look at him. Especially when he was hard, knowing it was her that made him so. He was stiff, and she licked her lips. The crotch of her thong was damp, and she got her secretions all over her fingers. As soon as she pulled the thong off, Harry crooked his finger at her.

“Lift up your foot,” he said. Charlotte did of course, and he played with her. Her body tensed and shook as he urged her leg higher up.

She did, her heel piercing the keyboard of his laptop, as she knocked it down by accident. He smacked her bottom when she shifted nervously. When she looked down at him, he pulled her closer and licked her harder. Charlotte could barely stand, and as she struggled to keep her balance he slipped one then two fingers inside her.

Then a third.

Charlotte felt her fingernails dig into his shoulder, the puncture of flesh as she lost balance and stepped again on his laptop on the floor when she came. A blended sensation that came with a swiftness, and at the same time with a tiny delay that made her gasp and everything when black.

She resurrected when she felt his hands on her hips, and he kissed her where she pulsed. Running her hands through his hair, she mused on this new twist.

That was maybe why she wanted him so much because she had no handle on him. He scared her as much as he thrilled her.

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Red

Eliza saw red.

In Talisman, she realized that she had been trying so hard with Chloe but that there had been no need to. Chloe wanted her to like her now, but her reasoning troubled Eliza deeply.

Chloe was in love with Rafe—did Oscar see it? Her marriage was open, and fine she and Oscar had spent time together while Chloe was with Rafe…but Chloe was looking moon-eyed at Rafe the entire time. Her drunken eyes revealed an obsession as far as Eliza could see. Chloe had been eyeing him this way from the moment they met.

Eliza was done.

Eliza squeezed Rafe’s hand, and sat closer to him. She watched Chloe look at their hands, and then up at her face. Eliza smiled—what else could she do? Chloe lifted her drink, and searched for Rafe’s eyes. He kissed Eliza’s temple, and Chloe watched his lips.

Oscar was watching Eliza, which she did not realize until much later. His eyes were smoky the way they had been when they were away. Smoky, the way they got before he pushed into her the way she liked and was a little rough. Pulled her hair and made her lips throb from kissing and sucking him off. She liked his eyes smoky then, but now it seemed a different brew, and he had been drinking a lot too.

Was it just Talisman because Eliza had not felt any of this before drinking any of their talismans. Was there something in her drink that was making her feel paranoid?

“You okay?” Eliza felt Rafe’s warm breath as he questioned her.

“Fine,” she replied, when she was anything but…

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Love Me

Jared held her hand as they left the apartment. He insisted that she should have a proper meal and dessert.

“Beautiful, you deserve it,” he breathed, chewing delicately on her earlobe.

Hearing him say that drove her mad. She wanted to hear and feel his voice all night, he drove her crazy and made her feel so wanted today—more than ever.

As they got into his car, Damaris saw a bus go by with a Mac ad that said, Love Me. She remembered Nars campaign for orgasm blushes, and liked the trend makeup was taking.

At the dinner table, he looked at her like he wanted her more than anything on the menu. Damaris knew she wanted him more than anything on the menu. She was so fixated on him, she wanted to be with him and keep being with him—she did not give a fuck about food. But she ate because she wanted to please him.

Pleasing him in all things was at the forefront of her desires—that was why he kept coming back.

“I know I am redundant but you are so beautiful I cannot keep my eyes off of you—I cannot even look at the menu because I cannot stop looking at you.” Damaris smiled as he talked, and he licked his lips like he wanted to devour her.

Would he please devour her?!

She played with her food, pushing each item from side to side. As if she was afraid to eat in front of him, but she did not she was so full with desire even after she had climbed peak after peak with Jared.

“So I talked to Nyla,” Jared started, and Damaris looked up. Her appetite was completely gone now. What had he and Nyla talked about? “I am going away for a month—for business. In Paris, and I want to take you…”

Damaris barely heard the details of the business part—even the money part which was stupid because it was an amount that she did not even imagine possible. It was enough that she would not have to work after for awhile. Nyla was astute. There were extras she had considered that Damaris would not even have dreamed of.

“Nyla said that from her end, everything is fine but I need to ask you. Are you free, can you go to Paris with me? I understand that I have to pay compensation for any clients you might have already…”

“I can go, I can go. I used to live in Paris.”

Jared raised his eyes at her with a silent ooh la la.

Damaris thought about when she lived in Paris and her supposed her perfect life there. Why did it feel now like this was her perfect life?

Going back to her apartment, she saw the same Mac ad while they were in the car. Jared’s hand between her legs, his mouth on her neck the soft, delicate part that made his touch between her legs feel like electricity. She gasped for breath so hard when she came that she thought she was going to pass out, her own red lips pressing against the window of the car as he loved her.

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Talisman

Chloe’s skin tingled when Oscar embraced her, it was so different to feel him again and in a way that she would never have imagined. She hungered more for him because she had been away from him, and wanted to tell him about everything that had happened because he had not been there with her to share it. She also wanted to know what experiences he had had with Eliza. He held her close, and she felt cherished. She felt that he missed her and cared about her.

Loved her.

He kissed her and it felt like it must have felt for Adam and Eve with the fruit of knowledge. Nothing was hidden.

Eliza was there, and Chloe did not feel guarded this time at all. The four of them went to a speakeasy near Chloe’s apartment. Chloe was lucky that she had her own place and that she did not have to worry about a roommate, but Talisman was such a quaint spot that she could not help but invite them all there for drinks. She made cocktails now—she had learned a lot from Rafe! But she wanted something more elegant for tonight.

Eliza looked impressed, and even though Chloe felt more comfortable in her own skin around her she still wanted an edge.

Talisman provided each guest a talisman of sorts to walk into the bar. Eliza held hers which was an enigmatic sphere, in her hand and her wedding ring shone in the dark in a surreal fashion. Rafe held her close to him, and Eliza settled into him like she belonged there.

Chloe wanted to know what it was like to belong in that way. She and Oscar were not there yet. Oscar kissed her temple, and Chloe felt herself flush with heat.

“I missed you,” he said, as if she could not feel it.

“I missed you,” she answered looking at him in the shadowy bar, his eyes shining. There was something preternatural about the inside of Talisman, it made her not quite like herself. It made everyone seem otherworldly, and the drinks they made were like magic potions.

Chloe drank Talisman No. 8, a love potion with roses floating on the top of it. She took a sip, and waited for what the night would bring to the four of them.

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Burst

Damaris was inordinately aroused, as she was driven back to her apartment. Nyla had her driver drive her back there, because she wanted her to be especially fresh for Jared.

Damaris had every intention of being ready for him.

When she went back to her apartment, she took off all of her clothes, and folded them neatly in the bathroom. She was on such a fire, she was almost afraid to touch herself. A finger on her nipple was like striking a match, and she thought she would come from doing just that so she was afraid to touch herself anymore. It would be so much better to burst with Jared when he got there.

Damaris dressed slowly because she was afraid that any touch would made her burst with pleasure before his arrival. Thankfully he was right on time like he always was, and she was ready for him.

“Beautiful,” he said, and the sound of his voice almost made her come with its resonance. He looked her up and down lingering–she had dressed for him to linger on her every curve.

Her gown was transparent, and he could see everything. She could see everything behind him in the mirror. He cupped her breasts immediately, as he kissed her neck. His breath at her nape almost took her over the edge, but she did not. She hoped that it would be one of the times when he could not wait and that he would take her swiftly against the door, or not so much further than that.

It was.

He pressed her to the full-length mirror by the door. Her lips, palms and nipples touched the mirror, as he pulled up the back of her gown. His grunts of urgency made her thighs shiver, as she was desperate for him. With wide eyes, she caught his in the mirror and he looked at her while he fucked her. Each thrust was all the more intense because he looked at her while he did. His eyes widened as she fucked him back, but they never stopped looking at each other even when she came so quickly she was ashamed.

Jared held her breasts, and kissed her temple as he looked at her in the mirror.

“Beautiful.”

It was.

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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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The Look of Lust

Damaris was Nyla’s best girl, so she had a relationship with her whether she wanted it or not. A lucrative one in which she invited her over once a week for a meal, and the guise of friendship. It was Damaris’ impetus on that–they both probably knew it was easier to keep an enemy close at hand than not.

One of her top clients who had never asked to see any girl more than once, now only wanted to see Damaris. Nyla could not deny that she had some kind of appeal, and plus she did look so much like Carole. And like Gui, Jared Martel was stuck on Damaris.

But even while Nyla wondered what kind of je ne sais quoi Damaris possessed, she looked in the distance for Andres who she knew had to be nearby but she could not see him and it made her ache for him in her heart the way she did between her legs.

Now that they were lovers she felt him even when he was not with her. The first time they made love, they had waited so long. When he entered her, they were both still. The sensation of entering felt like maybe the high that a criminal got entering a place they did not belong. But the two of them did belong, and she grabbed his buttocks and he moved in and out of her. Her hips floated after him between thrusts inside her, like she did not want him to leave her body even that little bit.

Presently Nyla crossed her legs, and looked for Andres surreptitiously. Her heart and between her legs hungry for him…

*** ***

Damaris drank the brunch cocktail, which she was not even sure what juice it was for the mimosa. No, it was a Kir Royale. She had an appointment with Jared after, and all she could feel was the way her body vibrated when he called her beautiful. She shivered thinking about his sound, his touch.

Nyla mentioned him, and Damaris bit her tongue not to give herself away. She sipped her Kir Royale, and it was tasteless as she was only thinking about Jared.

Damn Jared!

He made her toes curl when she just thought about him, and not just about the sex. His limited communication was as intense as words. The way he looked at her, touched her and worshiped her in bed he did not have to say anything at all. He made her feel like no other man did and how could she forget that?

But he was a client, he was not an option. Not that she had not ever dabbled with that before, but that was not who she was now. She was trying to get her life together. Nyla even had to give her her due—she was her best girl. She worked hard, and she had worked hard with Jared why he made love to her—had sex with her–the way that he did. It was a perk of being good at what she did. Even though the thought of him touching her made her shiver again. She could barely eat or drink because anything she put in her mouth tasted like Jared. She could taste him, feel him—everything already. When Nyla mentioned him, Damaris hoped she did not see her look of lust…

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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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No More Waiting

Should she have felt different? Nyla stood in the sand-covered part of the estate, her legs close together and her toes crossed. The sun draped her bare skin, and she wrapped her arms about her body. She did feel different, because she could still feel Andres inside of her.

They had waited so long for this, and now she wanted to savor her memory of it. Her memories were strong, but the feeling of Andres finding her now and pressing himself behind her was stronger. He wrapped his arms about her, his hand covered her breast as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Nyla pressed her head to his chest, her lips parted and she was not sure what was hotter–her nipple in between his fingers or the sun burning on her body. Andres placed his fingers in between her parted lips and she sucked them fiercely so hungry for the taste of his skin which made him squeeze her nipple harder until she cried out.

She needed him again, and turned to face him already hard against her. With her lidded eyes she stared at him so they could lie down even in the sand to make love again, not caring where she might get sand on or in her.

She would never wait for him again…

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Flashback: Heavy

Damaris has been the star for the last few weeks, but don’t forget Nyla!!! Here is a flashback … for next week!

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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