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JORDAN “Get on your knees, Astrid.”She hops down from the cabinet and kneels on the floor, looking like a goddess. I devour her with my eyes, imprinting every detail of her into my mind; long legs, slender curvy body, round ass and full rosy breast with perky nipples. Her chest rises and falls with every breath, and her eyes train on me.With one hand, I cup her chin, bringing her mouth close to my cock.“Now, I want you to suck my cock and make it clean and hard. Can you do that?” Instead of answering, she strokes my balls as her small mouth wraps around the crown, licking the pre-cum, her eyes locked to mine. “Fuck, Sweetness. Your lips were made for me.”“I’ve always wanted to do this.” She swirls her tongue around the crown, dipping her tongue on the little slit on my cock.“You’ve never sucked a cock before?” she shakes her head. “But I’ve been practicing doing it with bananas.” I want to ask her why she never did it with her ex but I don’t see the need.A strange feeling of
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ASTRID A lazy smile tugs on my lips as I stretch my body, feeling every delicious ache from last night and the early hours of this morning. My muscles are pleasantly sore, a reminder of the intense passion Jordan and I shared.My cunt is so sore. Warmth blooms in my chest as I recall the way he kissed and fuck me so hard that I scream.I reach out a hand to his side of the bed, expecting to find him and snuggle into his warmth, but…empty sheets. I open my eyes but close them again due to the sunlight filtering through the room. I slowly, open my eyes again, squinting, trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning light.I run my hand over where he slept, but it’s cold as if he left a long time ago. I sit up, all the sleep vanishing from my eyelids.Not again!My heart thunders in my chest as dread engulfs me, creeping through me like a slow poison. The emptiness blooms within me, spreading rapidly until I feel hollow.He’s gone.I feel my heart splinter.It’s happening again. I c
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ASTRID “Club? You?” Lily's brows furrowed in disbelief as if I’d asked her to fly to the moon with me.“Astrid, this is unbelievable. You hate clubs. Tell me why you are here.” I roll my eyes regretting why I came here. It has been a fucking miserable five days since Jordan disappeared from my apartment after fucking me silly yet I can’t stop thinking about him.I can’t even focus on my work. I’ve tried everything possible but it’s not working. I would have gone for therapy but I think that would be too extreme. No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about Jordan. It’s like he’s stuck in my head.Every time I close my eyes, I see him. Every time I try to distract myself, I hear his voice and feel his touch. It’s driving me insane.I haven’t slept well in the past five days. I become jittery and a bit neurotic when I don’t sleep. I’ve tried everything possible to move on from what happened between Jordan and me, but my mind is stuck in a different type of loop that I can’t escape.
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JORDANFuck, fuck, fuck!It’s been five horrible days since I left Astrid, but the wildfire that’s erupting inside me isn’t close to dying out.I slammed my fist into the punch bag, reveling in the sharp burst of pain that jolted up my arm. My muscles burn and sweat drips down my forehead into my eyes, blurring my vision, but I don’t stop. The smell of sweat and violence stains the air. This is the one place I allow myself to unleash the anger I keep under careful wraps in all other areas of my life –the gym.This was the only remedy for coping with the death of my wife was working out in the gym. It was my catharsis, my sanctuary. But I can’t say the same now. I pound into the mannequin with a force that shakes my entire body. Each punch lands with a dull thud, and I hit harder, trying to beat the thought out of my head. But no matter how hard I punch this mannequin, it’s not enough to drown out the regret that’s gnawing at me.I’ve been at this gym every day since that night, trying
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ASTRIDTonight, I’m going to desensitize myself from every form of Jordan’s grip.I’m going to fuck someone.I don’t care who.I don’t care where.I’m just going to do it.“To get over one man, you have to fuck another” That’s what Lily said on the night I fucked Jordan and tonight I’m going to repeat it again. I’m going to fuck someone else.I’m done being a daddy-good girl. Tonight, I’m a bitch.Tonight I’m dressed to kill. My dress is the epitome of provocative. It’s a deep crimson, clinging to every curve of my body. The neckline plunges daringly low, revealing enough cleavage to drive any man wild, while the back dips down to my spine. The hem of the dress falls amply to mid-thigh.Oh, I’m not wearing panties. A wicked smile tugs at my lips at the way I feel. I feel so sexy, daring, and powerful.Fuck, Tristan.Fuck Jordan.Tonight, I’m not just a woman, but a weapon.“So you’re really going for it tonight huh?” Lily asks just as we pull into the club. I smirk, opening my door.
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ASTRID Jordan pulls me behind him, dragging me to…well I don't know where we are heading. His grip is like iron. His jaw set so tight it looks like it might shatter.“Jordan!” I hiss, trying to pull my arm free. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even glance my way. He just keeps moving, his strides long and determined. It’s impossible to keep up. I’m drunk, so drunk that I see double and can’t feel my legs. The fact that he flat-out ignores me makes me so angry.When I finally dig my heels in, refusing to be dragged any further, he stops, but only for a moment. He stares down at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. Without a word, he bends down and scoops me up into his arms, cradling me like a goddamn bride.My breath hitches, but I wrap my arms around his neck instinctively, holding on to him. I’m caught in a trance by how easily he carries me, how effortless the act is as if he’s not lifting a person in his arms. I wiggle in his hold, but not so he’ll put me down, just to feel him more. To
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JORDAN Discipline. Self-control. Focus.Three things I’ve built my entire life on. I’ve always been a man who knows what he wants. A man who knows when to push and when to pull back. That’s how I’ve trained and conditioned my mind and brain for years. But right now, all my principles feel like fragile glass shattering at my feet. I’m losing control, and it's terrifying because I thrive on control.I lean in my car, trying to recover my composure. I’m always in control of my actions because they are always logical, but I can’t say what happened a few minutes ago in my car was logical.I shouldn’t have touched her. Hell, I shouldn’t have even come here in the first place. I should have ignored her call. I should have looked the other way the moment I knew she was Peter’s daughter. Astrid is the one person I should be protecting, not ruining.You protected her from the bastard who wanted to take advantage of her.And then what? I fucking touched her myself.She appears beside me, star
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JORDAN “Act on what?”“Those physical needs. It’s mutual. I have those needs, too. So why don’t we just…give in? Act on our primal needs until it burns out.”For a fucking ten seconds I lose the ability to breathe. I stare at her, trying to process what she’s suggesting. The logical part of me, the part that’s always in control, screams at me to shut this down. To walk away. No, run, before I make the biggest mistake of my life.But the other part, the one that’s been haunted by the memory of her lips, her touch, her goddamn body, is hanging on every word she says.“And what if this doesn’t burn out? What if this is more than physical?”She blinks, surprised by my admission, and I wish I could take it back. The last thing I want is to give her hope. And I can see the hope in her eyes. They are so bright.But deep now, I know that what I feel for her is more than just a fucking lust. It’s something deeper, something darker, and I’m terrified that if I give in, I’ll never want to stop
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JORDAN "Do you?" I ask, skepticism dripping from my words."Yeah." He shifts on the sofa, his expression turning a little more serious. "I came to ask if you’ve considered hiring Astrid."There it is, the conversation I was dreading. I stifle a groan, but I can't hide the way my body tenses at the mention of her name."I’m worried about her," Peter continues, leaning forward. "I don’t like where she’s working now. And with everything that happened recently, I just... I don’t trust those people. I’d feel better if she was working with someone I could trust."The air in the room seems to thicken, and I force myself to keep my expression neutral.Trust? Does he think Astrid will be safe with me? He has no idea that I’m the big wolf he should be protecting her from.The thought of having Astrid working here, in my space, every single day has my brain spiraling in directions I shouldn’t even entertain. I can already feel my resistance crumbling.“I don’t know, Peter…” I rub my jaw, tryin
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JordanI decline Astrid’s call for the fifth time, my thumb hovering over the screen before I let it drop onto my desk. I can’t bring myself to speak to her. Not after what almost happened at her house. My phone beeps with another message from her, but I ignore it, clenching my jaw so tight.If her friend hadn’t walked in when she did… God, what was I thinking? I scrub my hand over my face, trying to shake off the memory.What if it had been Peter who walked in on us instead of her friend? The thought alone makes my stomach twist.I can’t even begin to imagine what Peter would do if he found out how close I was to claiming his little girl, or that I already did –twice. He would castrate me for touching his little girl, for making her cum twice in one night and putting my hands on her.But no matter how much I try to push her out of my mind, remind myself that she’s Peter’s daughter and therefore she should be off limits to me. Forbidden even, I can’t.God, she’s invading every part
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ASTRID “Astrid,” he says, more softly, he might have noticed the pain on my face.“I care about you a lot.”“Because I’m your goddaughter?” he doesn’t answer. After a few minutes of silence, he says,“I didn’t come here to take advantage of you. I came here because I was worried about you. I know it must be hard on you.”“If you care about me, then you will make me happy.” He shakes his head.“Fucking you right now will be me being a selfish bastard. You are too vulnerable right now.” I nod, even though I don’t understand him.“See yourself out and let the door hit you on your way out. I have a date with my vibrator, it can do what you’re too scared to do.” I barely make it to the living room when Jordan grips me forcefully, spinning me to face him.He’s livid. Is he jealous of my vibrator?“You will not touch yourself while I’m here.”“You are welcome to watch.”“It’s not going to happen.”I open my mouth to protest and he seals his lips over mine, shutting me up with a lush kiss. H
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ASTRIDI can’t put a name to my feelings. Anger, sadness, frustration…everything’s tangled up. All different shades of emotions coalesce together to form this infuriating need to be wrapped in Jordan’s arm.I’m supposed to hate Jordan. I should hate him for being the reason my life is messed up. It makes no sense that I want him so badly.I should hate him. He’s the one who keeps driving me crazy, who keeps rejecting me, pushing me away, but no matter how many times I remind myself of that, I still want him.God I hate how much I want him. It’s infuriating.God knows I’m trying so hard to get that man off my head, but he’s stuck in my head! The thought of him makes my heart race. I hate how my body tingles at the sight of him. Just thinking about him makes me tingle, my skin burning with this unbearable desire.I don’t understand him. He said he didn’t want anything to do with me, yet he showed up at my family dinner where he knew I would be there. I know Jordan, if he didn’t want t
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JORDAN“Come on, you have to help her out.”I stifle a groan. Peter is putting me in a tight spot. He’s hell-bent on having me hire Astrid to work for me. He doesn’t know the danger he’s putting me in.Hiring Astrid is a terrible idea. If she’s working with me, in close proximity every day, there’s no way I’d be able to keep my hands off her. Not when she’s already driving me insane, even when she is not in my space.“Peter, it’s not –”“Jordan, Astrid is your goddaughter. That’s reason enough for you to give her a shot at your company. She is good at what she does. I don’t want her working with these people anymore.”“I’m sure Astrid is more than qualified, but –”“No buts,” Peter cuts me off, shaking his head. “She’s had a rough time with that mess at her firm. You’re in a position to help her, and you know she’s got the talent. Just give her a chance.”About the mess she got into with the AXT, Peter told me about it, and I’ve been worried about her. Peter is worried, too. I wanted
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ASTRID“How the hell did you make such a silly mistake, Astrid?” I flinch physically and mentally as Pete Bishop’s voice slices through the thick air of his office.He’s livid, and the look in his eyes makes me want to crawl under the rug and disappear.I blink rapidly, trying to steady my breathing but I feel sick to my stomach, shock pulses through me, morphing into an ice that freezes me. Pete is so mad. I’ve never seen him this furious before, not even when another consultant messed up.No, I can’t compare that to my mess. I’ve really messed up. This client is one of our best, one of our biggest accounts, AXT Corporation. They have been with us for years, bringing in multi-million-dollar contracts. Pete recently introduced me to them and handed me the project to continue from where the former consultant stopped.A lot of people wanted to work with them but Pete chose me, and I somehow managed to screw up their financial projections. A simple quarterly forecast is something I ca
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ASTRID “Lily!” I slam the door behind me as I storm into her house, my voice echoing through the place.“Lily! Where the hell are you?”I’ve been calling and texting since I left Jordan’s place, but she hasn’t been answering her phone. I need to vent, and who is more worthy to vent than my best friend who is magically missing in action?My first instinct was to go to a bar and grab a drink, but it's way too early for that.I still can’t believe that heartless bastard called my dad. My dad of all people. He’s aware of why I was avoiding my dad. He didn’t care. Didn’t even pretend to. He just looked at me, cold as ever, and told me that he couldn’t care less about my problems.Then, to really twist the knife in my chest, he dared to tell me to go play my little failed seduction games with Tristan.I swear to God that man is so heartless. No, scratch that. He’s beyond heartless. He’s ice. He doesn’t care who I end up with or how messed up my life is, as long as he’s not involved. He
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JORDAN Of all the girls in the bar that night, why did it have to be Astrid? We should never have crossed paths. Maybe I would have been able to see her as a fucking kid she was supposed to be.I want to call her that —a kid —to stop my dick from having ideas, but she was never that—a kid. At least not since that night at the bar.She’s a woman. A beautiful fucking woman with a lethal weapon in the form of a body –soft and curvy in all the right places.I don’t know what sick twist of fate the universe is playing at. Screw that shit, I can’t keep blaming the universe. What went down last night and this morning is entirely me. All of it. And maybe Astrid’s. But I still take the blame.I shouldn’t have allowed her into my house. My house is sacred. My house is my respite. And now she has poisoned it. Now there is no fuck way to forget the feel of her mouth on my cock. I wanted to cum so badly down her throat and then fuck her so…Thinking about it is not helping. This is not fucking
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JORDAN “God damn it!”I cuss under my breath the second the door swings open, and Astrid stands there wearing nothing but a towel, looking like every sinful thought I’ve had about her comes to life.Is the universe fucking with me? A man could only handle so much.My self-control is hanging by a thread. Why the hell did I think coming here was a good idea? I should have ignored the damn call from Merilyn.I had informed Merilyn to inform me if Astrid ever showed up here, that was when I didn’t know who she was and I was looking for her.I should have informed Merilyn not to bother with her again when I finally found Astrid.Merilyn called while I was with Peter to inform me that Astrid was here and I ran down here like a fucking pussy that I’m not.I should have sent Peter here instead of coming here myself. Now all I can think about is all the crazy things I want to do to her. I stare at her, trying to keep my eyes above her shoulders, but it’s impossible.Does she have any fucking
