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A Sketch Away From Perfect Against the Window
HarperI cry out, pleasure radiating through my body as Damien reaches around and thumbs my clit in time with his hard, deep thrusts.“How does it feel, little red bird?” he asks as he makes me come again.“S-So good.” My teeth chatter, and my knees are weak.He forces a third orgasm out of my body. Then a fourth. And still he doesn’t cum.“Damien,” I beg. “Please.” Damien must be close. I know he has to be close. “Please, Damien, cum inside me!”“Mmm, my good girl.” He slaps my ass, and my whole body tenses. I come again, and this time, as my body spasms around him, he finally grunts a few times and joins me.He groans, and his whole body shudders, but he’s still holding me up when my knees give out and I would have slid down the glass. He keeps pumping in and out of me until both our tremors cease.I can’t believe I just fucked a billionaire! I look back over my shoulder, and Damien is giving me a dirty look, as though he can read my mind.“Do you always last that long?” I ask him.
Last Updated : 2024-11-21A Sketch Away From Perfect Sugar Baby
HarperOn Thursday, I get another ding on my phone from At a Loose End. I sigh. If it weren’t for the fact I haven’t been paid for my date with Damien yet, I’d have taken down my profile by now. I need that payment to process and hit my bank account!I look at my screen. Tomás. He’s offering less than anyone else I’ve dated for me to go with him to a quinceañera on Saturday. I know I should decline, but a message pings right away, and I feel compelled to read what he has to say.EspanolEsVida1: I know I haven’t offered a lot, but please hear me out @ArtIsMyLife33. My ex-wife is going to be at my niece’s quinceañera this Saturday, and she’s bringing a date. I absolutely, positively have to bring a younger, hotter date. I know that sounds shallow, but this woman destroyed my life. She destroyed me. She cheated, and my niece still wants her at her quinceañera. I’m desperate. Help!Thinking back on what Rafe did to me, I am galvanized into action.ArtIsMyLife33: Please, call me Harper. An
Last Updated : 2024-11-22A Sketch Away From Perfect Driving a Stick
HarperIt feels just like old times. Except, instead of sitting in a beat-up old Corolla, we’re peeling through the city streets in a brand new red Ferrari.Rafe guides my hand expertly on the stick shift, his hand warm on mine, his strong fingers fitting right where they used to.“How’ve you been, Harper?” he asks. “How’s the painting going?”“I just actually had a big break,” I reply. ‘So, that’s been nice. I might be getting busy pretty soon.”“But not too busy to see me.” He gives me puppy-dog eyes.“No,” I reply softly. “Not too busy to see you.”He grins as we pull into the parking lot behind a sports bar. It looks like a bit of a dive, but then, he used to like those. Especially when people started to recognize him from college football. These types of places, nobody bothered him.Rafe takes off his seatbelt, then leans over to undo mine, following it all the way to the other side of my body. I can feel his breath on my cheek. He smells the same, like musk and the same cologne
Last Updated : 2024-11-23A Sketch Away From Perfect Three Men and Counting
HarperScott Bauer: Hey, Harper. What are you doing this weekend?I roll over and look at my phone. My adrenaline spikes with both excitement and trepidation. It’s Scott!We haven’t corresponded all week, and this is the first time I’m realizing it. I am such a bad girlfriend.Potential girlfriend.Hey, wait, why hasn’t he texted me before now?I might be a little indignant, actually.Harper Ward: Hey, stranger. How’ve you been?Scott Bauer: Missing you. *cheese emoji*I laugh.Harper Ward: LOL, liar. You been busy?Scott Bauer: *pouty face emoji* I really have missed you. But yeah, busy. Some asshole crop duster was a little off on his aim and sprayed pesticides on a small area of the farm.I wince, and text back quickly.Harper Ward: Oh, Scott, I’m so sorry. That sucks big time.Scott Bauer: Yeah, well, I had to rip out that crop. It’s all fix
Last Updated : 2024-11-24A Sketch Away From Perfect Envy Green
Tomás¿Ella está aquí para mí? I couldn’t believe who I was seeing. Helena, perhaps the most dedicated, intelligent, beautiful student I’ve ever had the pleasure of teaching, had walked up to my car. I thought for a moment she’d been heading for the tan Ford, but no. Helena is my date.Helena is my date!I have to keep checking that she’s here next to me in my Volvo. It’s just surreal.Helena puts her hand on my thigh. Mi chile is not immune to this, even though I know it’s meant to be a comforting gesture. I mean, the most sexy woman that I’ve ever seen has her hand six inches from my huevos. “I’m here, and I’m going to be right here the whole time, Tomás.”Of course. I need to remember she’s doing this as a favor for me because of Carmen.Por Dios, I hate that woman. Sitting there, naked, on my bed with that pendejo she’d
Last Updated : 2024-11-25A Sketch Away From Perfect The Naughty Professor
TomásI’m sure Carmen’s humiliation was masterful and her exit the perfect end to a toxic relationship. I was only tertiarily aware of it, however. As soon as that disgusting cerdo of a man began eye-fucking Helena, I was only aware of the blood rushing in my ears.It’s a good thing Alex is a dentist, because if they hadn’t left when they did, I was going to knock his teeth out. “I’m sorry, Helena. I didn’t expect that man would be such a pig.”She slides her hand into mine and squeezes it. “I kind of did, so don’t worry about it.”I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “You were spectacular.”“You weren’t even paying attention,” she replies shrewdly.“No.” I brush my fingers through the hair at the back of her neck, the part she’s left down. “I wasn’t.” I lean close to her.She cups my cheeks, k
Last Updated : 2024-11-26A Sketch Away From Perfect A Lesson in Os
Harper“Lie back,” Tomás tells me, and I lay down on the cold, hard surface of his desk. It’s kinda hot.He leans over me, pressing his palms to the desktop on either side of me. “God, you are so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder. He latches onto my nipple next, and I whimper, gripping the edge of the desk and arching my back.“Profe,” I beg. “I’m ready. Please, fuck me.”Tomás groans and one hand disappears behind the desk. He lines his head up to press against my entrance. While he’s still sucking my nipple, he starts to push inside of me.He’s so wide. Not as long as Scott, but definitely thicker, if that’s even possible. He stretches me wall to wall and I throw my head back, gasping as he goes in to the hilt.“Do you like that?” he asks.As if I’m going to tell him no! “Si, profe,” I reply.&l
Last Updated : 2024-11-27A Sketch Away From Perfect Disowned and Dismissed
HarperMy mother gasps. “What are you saying?”“I’m saying get out of my apartment,” I state clearly.“Yeah, get out!” McKenzy backs me up.“I swear, young lady, the moment we step foot out that door, you can consider yourself officially disowned,” my father snaps, rising and tugging my mother up with him. “You’re going against decency, and I will not have that in my house!”“This isn’t your house,” I remind him. “And you go ahead and take that up with your preacher or whoever. I’m completely at peace with my decision.”Melody stands and puts her arms around my parents. “I’m so sorry this turned out so horribly. I’d hope to help you intervene.”“You’re the biggest whore I’ve ever met,” McKenzy says snarkily.“Melody has repented,” my father says. “As should
Last Updated : 2024-11-28
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A Sketch Away From Perfect Reunited
*Rafe*Harper is here. In my city. In her own apartment. In my arms.I don’t think it’s fully hit me yet. The past few weeks have been a blur–a new team, new city, new life–but now, finally, it feels like I can breathe again. She’s actually here, curled up against my chest like she belongs there, like she’s always belonged there. And she always has. Her hair’s a little messy from where she fell asleep on me earlier after our first round of sex, strands sticking up in every direction, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more perfect. She’s got on one of my old sweatshirts, her bare legs tucked under her, scrolling through some takeout menu like it’s the most important decision of her life.“I’m getting you the spicy basil chicken,” she announces without even looking up.I raise a brow. “Not even gonna let me pick?”“Nope.” She grins, so bright and cheeky it should come with a warning label. “I know you too well.”She’s right. She does. And I love her for it.The food arrives faster t
A Sketch Away From Perfect Lap of Luxury
*Harper*Damien’s jet is my new favorite place in the world. I mean, I love my apartment, I love everywhere I go with my guys, and I even love my tiny little Prius back home. But this is luxury wrapped in silk, dipped in champagne, and handed to me on a silver platter.Scott is playing with the massage chair, testing every setting like a kid on Christmas morning. Tomas, ever composed, reading something on his tablet, pretending like he’s not secretly enjoying the five-star treatment. And Damien? Damien is lounging like a king, sipping whiskey in a glass that was probably hand-blown in some exclusive European workshop.“I could get used to this,” I say with a sigh, stretching my legs on the reclining seat.“You should get used to it,” Damien says, swirling his drink. “This is your life now.”I snort. “Oh, is it? Just like that?”“Just like that.” He smirks. “I refuse to let my favorite people travel like peasants.”Scott groans, adjusting his chair. “Damien, I don’t know how to tell y
A Sketch Away From Perfect Go Team!
*Harper*My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I nearly knock over a half-empty mug of coffee trying to grab it.Damien: Pack your bags, little red bird. My jet leaves at 10:00 A.M. on Friday.I grin, biting my lip, and another message pops in before I can reply.Damien: And bring the other two along. I suppose they can sit with the peasants in the back.Scott: I’m taller than you.Tomas: And I’m more charming.Damien: But I’m richer.I can’t stop laughing as the group chat explodes with the kind of snarky chaos that has somehow become my new normal.Scott: Don’t care. I’m bringing snacks.Tomas: Do not let Scott choose the snacks. I beg you.Damien: Fine. I’ll stock the jet myself. Only the finest artisanal chips and caviar-flavored popcorn.Rafe: Wait. What’s happening?I snort. Rafe’s been so laser-focused on training camp he’s missed half the group texts lately.Me: We’re all coming to your first home game, baby.Rafe: What? How? Who’s “we all”?Damien: Me, little red bird, her f
A Sketch Away From Perfect Carnivals and Other Rides
*Harper*The painting is massive, much bigger than anything I’ve ever sent to a gallery before. It’s propped against the wall, and every time I glance at it, my heart does a weird little flutter. This is the piece I’m sending to The Whitney Gallery. If I overthink it, I’ll keep making changes, trying to make it perfect. But art isn’t about perfection, right? I don’t know if it’s good enough. I don’t know if I’m good enough. But I know I’ve poured every piece of me into it… my chaos, my love, my fear, my hope. It’s all there, dripping down the canvas in colors that feel like my soul spread wide open.What I do know for sure is that I can’t shove something this big into the back of an Uber. And the car McKenzy and I share is barely bigger than a shoe. So, naturally, I call Scott, the only person I know with a pickup truck.“Hey, babe.” He answers on the second ring, his voice warm and relaxed. “What’s up?”“I need a favor.”“Name it.”“Can you bring your truck over and help me take my
A Sketch Away From Perfect Dance With Me
*Harper*The afternoon sun pours through the studio windows, spilling delicate golden light across the floor. My latest painting is sitting on the easel, half-finished, all the colors still swirling together, but I’m not satisfied with the result. I dip my brush into my favorite cobalt blue, dragging it over the canvas, blending it into the burnt orange sunset I’m trying to capture.It’s almost there. Almost perfect.I’ve been at this for hours. My back aches, my fingers are speckled with dried paint, and I’ve barely moved since lunchtime. I’m so focused until McKenzy texts me a meme about a disastrous DIY project. At that I laugh, stretching out my stiff shoulders before turning back to the painting.That’s when my phone rings.I consider ignoring it, until I see Tomas’s name flashing across the screen.I bite my lip, warmth spreading through my chest as I answer. “Hola, Profe.”“Hola, preciosa,” Tomas’s smooth, accented voice flows through the line like a slow dance, making my pul
A Sketch Away From Perfect Selfish Solution
*Harper*I wake up to the sound of Rafe singing very off-key to some ‘90s alt-rock song in the kitchen. It takes me a second to remember where I am, why my legs are tangled in a sheet that smells like him, and why my heart already aches before my feet even hit the floor.Today’s the day.I sit up, blinking at the sunlight pouring in through the half-open blinds. Rafe’s room is packed up, a cardboard box labeled TROPHIES + RANDOM SHIT sits by the door, and his dresser drawers hang open, mostly empty. It feels wrong, like the room itself is bracing for the goodbye we’re both pretending isn’t coming.I pull on one of his T-shirts, feeling vulnerable and pathetic, and follow the smell of coffee into the kitchen. Rafe is standing at the stove, shirtless, flipping pancakes like a domestic god who doesn’t know his own biceps should be illegal.“Morning, sleepyhead.” He grins, flashing me that too-charming smile that got me into this mess in the first place.“You’re making pancakes?” I ask,
A Sketch Away From Perfect Goodbye is the Loneliest Word
*Harper*Three months. That’s how long it’s been since my life became a balancing act between love, ambition, and enough sexual pleasure to power a reality show. I’m basically the poster child for chaos, except now it comes with a wardrobe upgrade and a much better skincare routine. Unfortunately, it hasn’t come with a bigger closet.These days, I basically have to shove myself into my closet head on just to squeeze through the tight space between the rows. With all the designer dresses Damien’s sent me, I’m having a hard time finding space. McKenzy says I should just get rid of all my old clothes, but it’s not like I’m going to lounge around in our apartment in Dolce and Gabana.“Rich people problems,” she always says with a sigh whenever I complain about the closet space.Of course, I’m still far from rich. But I’m definitely in a better place than I was when this all began. My paintings have sold so well, I’ve been able to put aside rent money for the rest of the year. It’s such
A Sketch Away From Perfect Changes
Two weeks later…Harper“WHOOOOOO! GO RAFE, GO!” I scream from the private suite where we are watching Rafe’s game.“Maybe we’re supposed to call him Bullet?” Tomás asks, eating off a plate of catered food next to me.“I figure if you’re sleeping with the man, you get to call him whatever you want,” Damien says dryly. He sips something expensive—scotch, I’m assuming—from a tumbler, but loses all sophistication when Rafe gets sacked. “Roughing the passer!”“They can’t flag the play every time Rafe gets sacked. This isn’t touch football,” Scott chuckles. He’s munching popcorn, more a fan of that snack than the buffet fare.Damien purses his lips. “I wonder how much it would cost…”I reach past Tomás to slap his shoulder. “Don’t even think about it.”
A Sketch Away From Perfect Up and About
HarperAfter my MRI, the doctors finally let me go see Rafe. I shuffle down to his room in hospital socks and a gown. Tomás has gone to pick up some pizza for us all. Damien is on his phone, leaning on the technicians and whoever else is involved to get my MRI reviewed. Scott stepped out to call someone to check on his animals since he’s been gone so long.I knock lightly on the door to Rafe’s room. When I hear Jen, Rafe’s mother, call “Come in!” I push open the door and go inside.Jen is sitting next to the bed, holding Rafe’s hand. His father, Skip, is leaning against the windowsill with his arms folded. When they look up, neither of them are particularly happy to see me.“Harper,” Jen says in a clipped tone.“Mrs. Maloney,” I reply respectfully. “Mr. Maloney.”Skip eyes me with deep-seated anger.“You could have ended his football career, you know?
