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RyanMy body came alive as I felt her skin on mine. It’s like a live wire sparkling and dancing. Fuck! Thoughts in my mind were a chaotic swirl, making it impossible to make sense of anything.The thumping music and kaleidoscope lights of Vengeance faded away as we departed from the club, leaving me with a singular focus—Amy on my shoulder, her soft form pressed against me, her tempting ass close to my face, and the rhythmic drumming of her fists on my back.“Put me down,” Amy demanded, her body squirming in my grasp.I tightened my grip on her hip as I held her in the fireman’s carry. “Stop moving before I pinch this sexy ass.” My threat emerged through gritted teeth.“Don’t you dare,” she shot back, squirming once more and delivering punches to my back that felt like a fucking massage on my back.My mind popped up, an image of her massaging me sitting on my back of course both of us are naked. My already hardened cock responded with a twitch.“Put me down, Ryan, or I swear.....”Her
AmyI should be running to the hills, but here I am, spread wide on Ryan’s soft bed. The red flags are waving furiously–his obnoxious and rude behavior, and recent date with another woman–yet my brain waves goodbye to rationality.Yes, I danced with another guy, but this... this connection with Ryan feels like he’s sizzling playing with my body, soul, and spirit. Nerves and excitement course through me.I stared up at him as he gazed down at me and I tried not to have a stroke. He stands there, a formidable force, resembling a God of malice and mating. The dimly lit room enhances his dangerous aura. The room itself is virile, lacking any touch of softness, but right now, my focus is solely on the man before me.“Open your legs, baby. Take off your panties, but leave everything else on,” he commands, his voice a low, commanding rumble.His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them, filled with an unmistakable hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.“Don't make me repeat myself!” he gr
RyanWith my eyes half-closed and my mind still clouded with sleep, I reached for my incessantly ringing phone on the nightstand. The sudden glare of the screen made me groan in annoyance.“What now?” I grumbled, answering the call.“Did I just wake up the great under-the-wire asshole who made me rise at seven in the morning for a meeting he didn’t bother showing up to?” Mark’s voice came through, laced with sarcasm.“Fuck, was that today?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and trying to muster some alertness. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”“A few minutes? It is already 11 am, dude. Are you okay?” Mark said.“What?” I exclaimed, the fog of sleep lifting abruptly. “Damn it. I overslept.”“Are you still the punctual Mr. I-am-never-late, or did aliens swap you out for a newer model?” Mark started chuckling while I got up, trying not to be annoyed at his stupid voice first thing in the morning.“Cut the crap,” I retorted, ending the call and ignoring his amusement.Running my hand through my
Amy“Good job, buddy,” I smiled and patted Liam’s back. “Do you want some juice after you are done with the amazing tower?”Liam’s brow furrowed as he looked at the enormous tower he made of Legos. He looked so cute, all concentrated on his task. He looked just like.....“Liam,” I called out a bit more firmly, hoping to draw him out of his Lego world.“Hmm?” he hummed, placing the block man on the tower, still ignoring me.“Liam,” I pouted. “Are you still angry at me?”“No, I am not,” he said in a snippy tone.“No?” I arched an eyebrow playfully, attempting to hide my amusement. “Does that mean we can go grab some juice now?”Liam scowled and crossed his arms defiantly. “No juice. I’m not talking to you. I’m mad.”My expression shifted to one of mock shock. “But you just said you’re not angry with me,” I teased, trying to suppress a laugh. I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but he was so cute.Liam huffed again, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. Rising from the sofa, I enveloped him in a hug
Ryan“Okay, so we’ve resolved all these bugs?” I leaned forward, addressing my team with a hint of urgency in my voice. The beta phase of our project was nearing its end, and there was no room for errors.“Yes, sir,” Mr. Martin confirmed, his brow glistening with a sheen of sweat. Most of the team, including Paula, our project lead, had been tirelessly working to iron out the kinks. “We’ve also made significant progress on the client reports and deliverables. We’ll be fully prepared for the launch.”“Keep me updated.” I nodded, acknowledging their efforts, before concluding the presentation.“Mr. Crawford,” Caine interrupted, sliding a stack of documents across the table. “These require your signature.”He turned the pages as I took a cursory reading and signed them absentmindedly. My sleep-deprived eyes stung with exhaustion, a consequence of the restless night I’d spent haunted by thoughts of Amy standing alone on the gazebo.Her sorrowful eyes and melancholic smile had etched themse
Amy “Hello,” I said as I picked up Ryan’s call. It was a rare occurrence for him to contact me directly from his office, so I couldn’t help but feel confused. “Hello, Amy,” his deep, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly composed myself. “Mr. Crawford. What can I do for you?” I responded, my tone professional despite the slight flutter in my chest. Our recent encounter on the gazebo lingered in my mind, a reminder of the unspoken tension between us. He mumbled something, barely audible, prompting me to request, “Hmm.. I am sorry I did not get that. Can you repeat it, please?” “Nothing,” he sighed, his tone heavy with an unspoken weight. “Can you do something for me?” Considering Liam’s impending school pickup, I proposed a delay. “Hmm... Alright, but I have to pick up Liam in an hour. Can it wait until then?” I asked, multitasking as I organized Liam’s lesson plan for the week. Liam’s insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge always kept me on my toes. “Jim
RyanSinking into the plush leather chair of my home office, frustration and concern swirled in my mind like a tempest. Caleb’s impulsive act gnawed at my thoughts—fuck what reckless demon had possessed him? And how would Amy react to his stupid move?All I wanted to do was talk to Amy and show her...A firm knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie, and as I glanced up, there stood Amy, her demeanor tentative, lips caught between her teeth.“Hmm.. Mr. Crawford...” she began, but I cut her off.“Let me stop you there, Amy,” I said, rising from my chair and stuffing my hands into my pockets. “I’m sorry for what Caleb did. He had no right to pull that stunt. I’ll talk to him about it.”Amy’s eyes widened fractionally, but she remained silent, her expression inscrutable. Pressing on, I continued, my voice heavy with remorse. “And as for the competition, you needn’t feel obligated to participate. I’ll speak with Ms. Perry and sort things out with Liam. I apologize for the chaos Caleb
Amy“Wake up, buddy,” I whispered in Liam’s ear, my fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He grunted, sinking deeper into his blankets, and I couldn’t help but smile.“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, leaning closer. “We have to be at school today.”He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open reluctantly. “But it’s Saturday,” he whined, his voice still heavy with sleep.“But Mrs. Perry’s note says you have to be there,” I murmured, brushing a lock of unruly hair from his forehead.That got his attention. His eyes widened as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. “But I don’t… I can’t.”“Why not, baby?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Because… because...” His lower lip jutted out in a pout, and he clutched his left leg dramatically. “My owie hurts, and my leg hurts too.”I wanted to pull his cheek so hard. Suppressing a laugh, I mirrored his expression. “Oh, that’s bad,” I said, my voice dripping with mock concern. “I thought you, Daddy, and I could have some fun in the competition. But since
RyanI let out a frustrated huff, my irritation rising as it became clear they were dragging this out on purpose. “Just get us home. Liam is sleeping,” I bit out, my teeth clenched to prevent any further outbursts.“Ryan,” Amy’s voice was soft but firm, gently cradling the sleeping Liam in her lap. “Watch your language.”“Sorry,” I murmured, shooting a warning glance at my brother through the rear-view mirror.The scoundrel merely smirked. “Why the rush, oh mighty winner?” he taunted, prompting a chuckle from Mark.“Do you need a fu-ducking,” making a sorry face at a glaring Amy and then looking back at my stupid brother, “dissertation on why my child should not sleep in the back seat of your car?” I snapped.“Nah,” Mark chimed in, turning his attention back to Amy. “Hey, beautiful, care to join me for dinner? I...”“Drive us home, or rest assured I’ll provide your squeeze of the month with your home address, personal phone number, and a few choice tidbits she could use against you. An
Amy“Wake up, buddy,” I whispered in Liam’s ear, my fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He grunted, sinking deeper into his blankets, and I couldn’t help but smile.“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, leaning closer. “We have to be at school today.”He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open reluctantly. “But it’s Saturday,” he whined, his voice still heavy with sleep.“But Mrs. Perry’s note says you have to be there,” I murmured, brushing a lock of unruly hair from his forehead.That got his attention. His eyes widened as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. “But I don’t… I can’t.”“Why not, baby?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Because… because...” His lower lip jutted out in a pout, and he clutched his left leg dramatically. “My owie hurts, and my leg hurts too.”I wanted to pull his cheek so hard. Suppressing a laugh, I mirrored his expression. “Oh, that’s bad,” I said, my voice dripping with mock concern. “I thought you, Daddy, and I could have some fun in the competition. But since
RyanSinking into the plush leather chair of my home office, frustration and concern swirled in my mind like a tempest. Caleb’s impulsive act gnawed at my thoughts—fuck what reckless demon had possessed him? And how would Amy react to his stupid move?All I wanted to do was talk to Amy and show her...A firm knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie, and as I glanced up, there stood Amy, her demeanor tentative, lips caught between her teeth.“Hmm.. Mr. Crawford...” she began, but I cut her off.“Let me stop you there, Amy,” I said, rising from my chair and stuffing my hands into my pockets. “I’m sorry for what Caleb did. He had no right to pull that stunt. I’ll talk to him about it.”Amy’s eyes widened fractionally, but she remained silent, her expression inscrutable. Pressing on, I continued, my voice heavy with remorse. “And as for the competition, you needn’t feel obligated to participate. I’ll speak with Ms. Perry and sort things out with Liam. I apologize for the chaos Caleb
Amy “Hello,” I said as I picked up Ryan’s call. It was a rare occurrence for him to contact me directly from his office, so I couldn’t help but feel confused. “Hello, Amy,” his deep, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly composed myself. “Mr. Crawford. What can I do for you?” I responded, my tone professional despite the slight flutter in my chest. Our recent encounter on the gazebo lingered in my mind, a reminder of the unspoken tension between us. He mumbled something, barely audible, prompting me to request, “Hmm.. I am sorry I did not get that. Can you repeat it, please?” “Nothing,” he sighed, his tone heavy with an unspoken weight. “Can you do something for me?” Considering Liam’s impending school pickup, I proposed a delay. “Hmm... Alright, but I have to pick up Liam in an hour. Can it wait until then?” I asked, multitasking as I organized Liam’s lesson plan for the week. Liam’s insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge always kept me on my toes. “Jim
Ryan“Okay, so we’ve resolved all these bugs?” I leaned forward, addressing my team with a hint of urgency in my voice. The beta phase of our project was nearing its end, and there was no room for errors.“Yes, sir,” Mr. Martin confirmed, his brow glistening with a sheen of sweat. Most of the team, including Paula, our project lead, had been tirelessly working to iron out the kinks. “We’ve also made significant progress on the client reports and deliverables. We’ll be fully prepared for the launch.”“Keep me updated.” I nodded, acknowledging their efforts, before concluding the presentation.“Mr. Crawford,” Caine interrupted, sliding a stack of documents across the table. “These require your signature.”He turned the pages as I took a cursory reading and signed them absentmindedly. My sleep-deprived eyes stung with exhaustion, a consequence of the restless night I’d spent haunted by thoughts of Amy standing alone on the gazebo.Her sorrowful eyes and melancholic smile had etched themse
Amy“Good job, buddy,” I smiled and patted Liam’s back. “Do you want some juice after you are done with the amazing tower?”Liam’s brow furrowed as he looked at the enormous tower he made of Legos. He looked so cute, all concentrated on his task. He looked just like.....“Liam,” I called out a bit more firmly, hoping to draw him out of his Lego world.“Hmm?” he hummed, placing the block man on the tower, still ignoring me.“Liam,” I pouted. “Are you still angry at me?”“No, I am not,” he said in a snippy tone.“No?” I arched an eyebrow playfully, attempting to hide my amusement. “Does that mean we can go grab some juice now?”Liam scowled and crossed his arms defiantly. “No juice. I’m not talking to you. I’m mad.”My expression shifted to one of mock shock. “But you just said you’re not angry with me,” I teased, trying to suppress a laugh. I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but he was so cute.Liam huffed again, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. Rising from the sofa, I enveloped him in a hug
RyanWith my eyes half-closed and my mind still clouded with sleep, I reached for my incessantly ringing phone on the nightstand. The sudden glare of the screen made me groan in annoyance.“What now?” I grumbled, answering the call.“Did I just wake up the great under-the-wire asshole who made me rise at seven in the morning for a meeting he didn’t bother showing up to?” Mark’s voice came through, laced with sarcasm.“Fuck, was that today?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and trying to muster some alertness. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”“A few minutes? It is already 11 am, dude. Are you okay?” Mark said.“What?” I exclaimed, the fog of sleep lifting abruptly. “Damn it. I overslept.”“Are you still the punctual Mr. I-am-never-late, or did aliens swap you out for a newer model?” Mark started chuckling while I got up, trying not to be annoyed at his stupid voice first thing in the morning.“Cut the crap,” I retorted, ending the call and ignoring his amusement.Running my hand through my
AmyI should be running to the hills, but here I am, spread wide on Ryan’s soft bed. The red flags are waving furiously–his obnoxious and rude behavior, and recent date with another woman–yet my brain waves goodbye to rationality.Yes, I danced with another guy, but this... this connection with Ryan feels like he’s sizzling playing with my body, soul, and spirit. Nerves and excitement course through me.I stared up at him as he gazed down at me and I tried not to have a stroke. He stands there, a formidable force, resembling a God of malice and mating. The dimly lit room enhances his dangerous aura. The room itself is virile, lacking any touch of softness, but right now, my focus is solely on the man before me.“Open your legs, baby. Take off your panties, but leave everything else on,” he commands, his voice a low, commanding rumble.His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them, filled with an unmistakable hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.“Don't make me repeat myself!” he gr
RyanMy body came alive as I felt her skin on mine. It’s like a live wire sparkling and dancing. Fuck! Thoughts in my mind were a chaotic swirl, making it impossible to make sense of anything.The thumping music and kaleidoscope lights of Vengeance faded away as we departed from the club, leaving me with a singular focus—Amy on my shoulder, her soft form pressed against me, her tempting ass close to my face, and the rhythmic drumming of her fists on my back.“Put me down,” Amy demanded, her body squirming in my grasp.I tightened my grip on her hip as I held her in the fireman’s carry. “Stop moving before I pinch this sexy ass.” My threat emerged through gritted teeth.“Don’t you dare,” she shot back, squirming once more and delivering punches to my back that felt like a fucking massage on my back.My mind popped up, an image of her massaging me sitting on my back of course both of us are naked. My already hardened cock responded with a twitch.“Put me down, Ryan, or I swear.....”Her