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Adrian Carter had it all planned. He promised himself that the next time he met Heather in person, he would improve his relationship with her. Perhaps even taking things to the second base. After talking to Heather Jacobs through text messages regularly, he began to develop feelings for her. He felt closer to her and they could chat about anything. It was as if they had known each other for years. Adrian didn't have to force himself to chat with Heather. Their interaction flowed smoothly without it being awkward or them running out of words to say. At some point, he couldn't help himself and began to flirt with her. To his surprise, Heather didn't stop him. Just like that, they fulfilled their tiring days by constantly talking. However, chatting through text messages wasn't enough for Adrian. The more he talked to Heather on the phone, the more he wanted to see her face and spend time with her. The nature of his job wouldn't allow him to move freely and do whatever he wanted. H
Henry Ford had been watching his wife the whole time they were at the party. The way she had morphed into her new role as a mother was so smooth that one would think this parenting thing came with a manual. It was like she was a natural… the way she handled the twins… the way she made sure Oliver never felt neglected no matter how busy they were. Roxanne claimed her crown and owned it. She was the queen that most men only dreamt about having. Henry thought he was the luckiest man in the world. Seeing this side of Roxanne turned him on. They had been intimate here and there when her postpartum period was over but it was often quickies so that they could rush and take care of the kids. Henry missed taking his time and making love to his wife. At that thought, he felt himself having a boner. If this wasn’t their son’s birthday, he would have whisked her away to one of the presidential suites in the Ford Paradise Hotel. That was why, in the evening when they were done with the da
Roxanne threw her head back, leaning against Henry’s chest. She saw white dots in her vision, an aftereffect of Henry’s ministrations. "Ah! This feels so good," Roxanne bit her lower lip as she relished in the delicious feeling. After eating her core, Henry turned her around and slid his hand in between Roxanne’s legs. He found her pink folds and stroked them sensually, groaning at how wet and slick it felt. “Baby, I love the way your body reacts to my touch,” Henry whispered in a deep husky voice. Roxanne shuddered. Pleasure washed over her at Henry's words. It was true that she easily melted into a puddle when he touched her. There was something about the way he explored her body that made Roxanne crave more of his touch. He made her feel beautiful and desired. This gave her the confidence to enjoy what Henry was doing to her. Henry placed soft kisses along Roxanne’s neck just as his finger found her clit. “Oh, my god!” Roxanne moaned. Her mouth foaming an O shape.
"Your twin sisters are still babies, Oliver. We can only have another baby after some time," Henry answered in amusement. Oliver pouted and replied, "That's too bad." "Why do you want another baby sister? You already have two," it was Roxanne who asked this time. "I want to have more sisters so that I can protect them," Oliver responded seriously. "What about a brother?" Henry asked. "I would love a brother to play games with. You can have twins again. A boy and a girl," Oliver said. He spotted another interesting ride in the park and ran towards it, saying, "Wow! I want to try that!" Henry and Roxanne shared a look and chuckled before running after the boy. Oliver Ford had the time of his life at the theme park. He rode on carousel horses with his parents, got on a Ferris wheel and went into a haunted house. "Careful, Oliver!" Roxanne yelled. The young boy was excited and kept outrunning his parents. There was so much to see and play with. Claire Hamilton joined him at
Heather Jacobs had been extremely busy the past few weeks. She had back-to-back appointments to do famous people's make-up. Her makeup skills were so good that the people she worked on recommended her to their friends. In no time, she was cashing in a lot of dollars and became popular among celebrities. During makeup sessions, she kept her phone off to avoid disturbances. That was the case that day. She worked for five hours straight and when she was done, she finally switched on her phone. A number she was way too familiar with called immediately, making her heart race. She knew this number because she often slept while looking at it, hoping she would get a text or call. Heather's eyes lit up. How long had it been? She had been sending Adrian's messages but they weren't delivered so she figured he could have been offline. The only comforting thing was that she could watch him on TV as he played soccer. Taking deep breaths, she let the call ring a few times so that she didn't
Things between Adrian and Heather escalated pretty quickly. Perhaps it was because they both spent weeks yearning for each other or maybe they were so attracted to each other that they couldn't help themselves. They ended up grinding on each other on the white couch. Adrian grabbed Heather's ass with both hands and guided her, making her grind her core on his stiff shaft. He groaned, just as a moan escaped her lips. The jolts of pleasure washing through them both were inexplicable. They couldn't stop. Or more accurately, they didn't want to stop. Heather twisted a hand in Adrian's hair. She peppered kisses along his stubbled jaw, tracing his skin with her lips until she sucked his neck. "Mmmmm," she moaned when pleasure flared through her as the friction on her clit intensified. "Fuck! Tigress, this feels good," Adrian groaned as he pushed Heather harder on his rod. He raised one of his hands and squeezed Heather's breasts roughly, earning an elicit moan from her. His han
Heather frowned when the call was cut. The woman who had called didn't introduce herself. She sounded rude and pissed off. Seconds later, Heather's phone chimed. She glanced at the message and realised it was an address sent by the earlier caller. Heather wanted to ignore and continue sleeping, however, she had this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. 'What if Adrian lied about not seeing someone? I have to go and see for myself,' she mused. Even though Adrian didn't label their relationship, they had slept together which made them connected somehow. Heather didn't want to find herself in a situation where she was helping a man cheat. She had to make sure he was single. After writing a short note for Adrian and sticking it on the refrigerator door, Heather left the hotel. She first went to her apartment to change her clothes and then took a cab to the location that was sent to her. Heather sighed when the cab dropped her at a fancy restaurant. It seemed the woman who had
Heather glanced at the envelope in front of her. Her heart ached, feeling like someone was squeezing it. 'Are all rich people like this?' She thought in her mind. However, she soon scraped off that thought. Her best friend was from a wealthy family but she had never treated her any differently. "Are you paying me to leave your son?" Heather asked, still looking at the envelope on the table. "I'm glad we are on the same page. It was money that you were after in the first place. Half a million should be enough for someone like you," Amelia said. "Someone like me? What do you mean?" Heather asked, frowning. "Someone of low status. Looking at your outfit, you can't afford branded clothes. Or get yourself a proper phone. I'm sure your parents have nothing to their name, correct?" Amelia sneered. Heather glanced at Amelia. She looked like a well-mannered woman. Her blond hair was combed backwards and pinned at the back in an elegant updo. She wore light makeup with red lipstick.
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Diego carried Yolanda into the cabin. Yolanda's eyes grew wide as she looked around. If she thought the outer form of the cabin was dreamlike, the inside was like paradise itself. The wooden cabin wasn't big. It was like one big room with a small kitchen in the corner, a huge bed in the center, a bubbling hot tub on the left near one of the windows and a bathroom on the right side. The bathroom area had an enclosure for privacy. Not only did they have several acres of land to themselves, but they were surrounded by maple trees with fiery red leaves which could be seen through the huge windows. The whole place was giving "leave the world behind vibes". It offered a perfect blend of romance, peace and refreshment for the newly married couple. "Are we still in our family's estate?" Yolanda asked and Diego smiled. He loved especially the way she used the word 'our' in her question. Sliding an arm around Yolanda's waist, Diego pulled her closer and then put her at his front bef
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