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2024-10-29 19:42:56Ivan grabbed my arm and tugged me into what looked like an office. He closed the door behind us and spinned me into him. “You really are a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you, asshole.” I glared up at him, shaking his hand from my arm and stepped back.
“Damn, Brenda. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” he said with a smirk.
“Why? So it can go right over your egotistically enlarged head?”
“I might consider it for a moment. Actually, on second thought, you’re right. I won’t pay any attention.”
“You are the most arrogant, self-entitled, patronizing bastard I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting in my life,” I hissed anyway. “And before you mention the pleasure, because you inevitably will, you should know the displeasure far outweighs the measly amount of pleasure you’ve given me.”
Ivan’s eyes darken, a
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The roughness of his voice combined with the pressure of him dipping two fingers inside me made me gasp. I don’t even try to swallow that one. His thumb found my clit and he rubbed in slow circles, in time with the movement of his fingers.My hips moved against him until I was riding his hand, the deep, curved strokes of his fingers inside me pushing me close to an orgasm I didn’t want. If only out of principle. I didn’t want to cum and prove everything he said to be true.“Don’t fight it, Brenda. I don’t care if we’re in here for five seconds or for five minutes. Neither one of us is leaving this room until you’ve cum, and my fingers definitely aren’t leaving your gorgeous pussy until you have.” He brushed his lips across mine, his tongue flicked out at the seam of my mouth. “And believe me, I could stand here and wait for you to cum all night.”It was there, right there, a tight ball of ne
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My feet pounded against the sidewalk as I jogged toward Stone Advertising Headquarters for my meeting with my agent. The wind was biting but welcome. Each breeze smacked me in the face as I ran into it as if it could knock sense into me.I fought against the urge to take a deep breath as I rounded the corner and the imposed building came into view. Since Aaron moved here to be with Dayton, the Seattle office had taken over the New York one as the lead one. It was always crazy busy with people constantly running in and out, dashing to elevators, and speaking into cellphones.Again, I found myself thankful for the chill outside. It means I wqs not sweaty as I worked my way through the busy lobby in my yoga pants and new Nikes.I took the elevator to the third floor, and the receptionist smiled at me.“Take a seat, Miss Warren. I’ll let Modester know you’re here.”“Thanks.” That girl had an incredible memory. I swea
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'The pictures were great. Thank you', I texted Ivan. Hey, he was an asshole and he pissed me the hell off, but they were great. I could be nice to him if I wanted to be. 'I told you they were incredible. I’m happy to stare at you in underwear if you want to repeat it'. He replied. And there goes my nice mood. 'You’re a prick'. I replied back. I tucked my phone back inside my bra and ran toward my apartment. Sometimes, I was glad I lived downtown. Friday and Saturday nights weren’t those times, but on a Monday when it was about to rain, I was definitely happy I do. I picked up the pace when a few odd drops of rain fell on my face. Somehow, I made it back to my apartment block before it came down full force. It patted the windows as I made my way upstairs, forgoing the elevator in favor of fitness. Yeah, you can bet your ass I ordering having takeout tonight. “Where have you been?” Shaw walked into my apartment without kn
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“Who was that?” Ivan questioned. “My neighbor,” I replied dryly. “He’s a guy.” “No shit, Sherlock Holmes. You could give Cumberbatch a run for his money with those excellent skills of deduction.” I snorted. Ivan picked up the shoe box. “A guy who’s your neighbor and buys you Gucci?” I snatched the box from him, set it on the sofa, and glared at him. “And Shaw’s about as straight as a fucking Oreo, so I’m not sure what the problem is. I’m not even sure there should be a problem.” Angus jumped from his perch on the windowsill and hissed at Ivan. I rubbed my hand across my eyes, walk to the kitchen, and grabbed a can of food from the cupboard. “Angus,” I cooed, tapping the can against his food bowl. He prowled across the kitchen and dived in. Problem solved. “You have a cat?” “Obviously.” I placed my hands on my hips and turned to him. “What do you want?” Ivan walked to me and cupped m
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“No strings?” I said. “Just… sex?”“Yep.”“Sex can get touchy.”“Only if there are feelings involved.”“Will there be?”“Do you want there to be?” He asked.I folded my arms across. “I’m not telling you all my secrets. You’ll have to work them out for yourself.”He stepped into me, pulled my arms from my body. “Is that a yes?”“That’s an I’m considering it.”“No strings. No obligations. You won’t have to hang off my arm and look at me with sexy eyes. We don’t even tell anyone if that’s what you consider. This can be our secret.” He ran his hands down my sides to my hips and pulled me against him. His mouth found my jaw and travelled along with it, he mumbled against my skin. “You want this, Brenda. You want this as much as I do. I can se
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“Lie on your bed. Make sure your legs are bent.”I walked to the bed on shaky legs and lied back. Slowly, I pulled my legs up, every part of me wanted to sit up, and wrapped my arms around them.“Open them. Wide. I want to see all of you, Brenda.”I shivered out of breath, pausing.“I want to see what I’m doing to you.”I heard the clink of his belt and the swish of his jeans hitting the floor.“Open them and you’ll see what you’re doing to me.”Like they were the magic words, I opened my legs and glanced up. He was standing in front of me. His hand was wrapped around his hard huge cock, perfectly still, and the sight was so erotic so overwhelming that my pussy clenched.He stepped towards me and bent down, releasing his cock. He ran his hands down my thighs and his thumbs brushed the tops of them on the inside. So close to my pussy. So close. I closed my eyes.
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There are several rules to a no-strings relationship.No getting to know each other. No dinner dates. No casual kisses or touches in public. And absolutely no cuddling after sex.I’ve always been okay with this. Even then, my rational mind said that I was okay with the way Ivan left after. After all, this was what I wanted. It fulfilled everything. There was no stickiness and my stupid and crazy desire for him could be stated.Or I could attempt to state it. I woke up more than once that night tangled in my sheets with a damning ache between my legs. My dreams were endless replays of last night, and his words seemed to echo through my dream world.Even that morning, six hours after waking up, I could remember the dreams as vividly as I remembered the real thing. Perhaps my dreams and my memory were merged into one, into something more intense and beyond reality.Or perhaps I was just thinking of that freaking crazy orgasm again.&ldquo
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“Yeah, yeah.” I placed Old Jack’s pint in front of him and held out my hand. “Come on. Your tab is at the limit, and if you’re to be believed, you got paid on Friday.”He grinned, crow’s-feet appearing by his eyes, and dug into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and dumped Six Hundred Dollars on the bar top. “Here you go, darlin’. That’ll keep Donny off your back.”“Thank you.” I swept the bills up and rang it up on the register. “Now you’re clean again.”“Ready to start the next one,” he chuckled, taking a long drink from his pint.I rolled my eyes and walked to the middle of the bar to serve the people waiting. Friday nights were always hell, especially around late hours. Everyone’s done with dinner and they’ve decided that, instead of staying in their pretty, little restaurant, they’ll hit the bars.The sudden rush ease
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My lips formed a wide grin. “Okay. I think my need for information is sated. For now.” “Good. And now I guess we have to get to my gritty stuff, right?” I nodded. “I fessed up. Now it’s your turn.” “Okay.” He grabbed his mug of tea and drunk half of it before setting it back on the table. He settled his arms around me again, linking his fingers on my back, and looked up. “Let’s see… When we were little, Mish and Aaron were constantly following our parents around. They wanted to know every last bit of the business. My dad tried for about a year to get me interested, but I just didn’t care. I didn’t have the right head for it. “Then we got older, and while they started internships and work experiences, I started sleeping with girls. Yeah. I was that knobhead.” He laughed. “I studied photography at A-level in college just to make up the number of courses I needed to take and fell in love with it. It was so calm and quiet compared to my rowdy, devil-may-c
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He pulled on his pants and I grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt from my room. When I came back out, Ivan handed me a cup of coffee and grabbed his cup of tea. I smiled as we settled on the sofa, facing each other, my legs hooked over his. He tugged the coffee table closer so we could reach from this position. Then he wrapped his arms around me and linked his fingers behind my back.“Okay. Just…talk,” he said.“Um. Okay.” I settled my fingers against the top of his stomach. The lump in my throat was the only thing stopping bile coming up—I knew it. “Well, I went to my parents’ house yesterday. I needed to get out of the city to think. Of course, my batshit crazy nana was there, so I got more of an ass-kicking than I did thinking. But anyway, she made me realize that you have to face your fears if you’re ever going to get over them. So. Here I am. Fear-facing.”Ivan’s thumbs stroke my back gently, a
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Tyler, sitting on the floor, his back against my door, throwing a tennis ball at the wall opposite him. One of his legs was bent up, the other stretched out. I watched him throw the ball, catching it one-handed every single time.I opened my mouth to talk to him, but he beat me to it.“I’ve been sitting here like a fucking idiot for about four hours. I have no idea why. At first, I thought you were in. Then I remembered you went out of town. Fuck knows where. No one will tell me where or why you went. So I sat down and started playing with this. Hit your neighbor’s door a few times. He invited me in, but I said I’d rather sit here. Got hungry and ordered pizza.” He knocked on the box next to him. “Sat here like a fucking teenage boy hung up on some girl he’s never gonna get.”My chest tightened when he looked at me. I’d never seen his eyes so empty, so dull.“That’s what I think. You know t
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“I nearly lost my life!” I almost shouted. “How is that nothing? What if, next time, it’s worse? What if, next time, I do lose?”Nana’s face softened, but her eyes hardened. She leaned forward in her chair and pointed a wrinkly finger at me. “You listen to me, my girl, and you listen to me well. You’re not afraid of committing. You’re not afraid of hurting anyone. The thing you fear is weakness. It’s commendable, really, but also complete crap. The only person you’re hurting is yourself—and this boy. You’re stringing you both along because of your naivety. That’s what it is. What you are. Naïve. You think love pops up for every Tom, Dick, and Harry?”Her words stung.“It doesn’t. It isn’t something you can throw around. If you can sit there and tell me it wouldn’t kill you to walk away from him, then that’s exactly what you should do.&rdqu
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“You look like you have a face slapped with a wet fish,” Nana said. “Have you been salmon fishing?”“It’s not salmon season, Nana,” I replied. “And I don’t fish.”“Not salmon season? It flamin’ well is! A bit cold for July though. Hey, Steve. Put the heat on. I’m turning into a snowman.”I raised an eyebrow at Mom. “July? Nana, it’s March.”“No, it’s July. I specifically remember arranging my next visit here for July.”“Mother,” Mom said softly. “You did. We talked about it yesterday. You said you’d come back in July.”Nana blinked at her. “Oh. Did we?”Mom noded. “Yes. You said you wanted to come up in salmon season because you wanted fresh salmon.”Nana tilted her head to the side. “Oh. Oh, all right. That would explain the temperature. Still, get t
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“I don’t know his past and he doesn’t know mine.”“Because you’re refusing to talk about it. Yeah, we talk. Just because we’re guys doesn’t mean we don’t talk about this shit. I called him a hundred times with Dayton—he’s more like my brother than anything. I know how he feels about you, Brenda. He’s told me. And let me tell you if you’d asked me six months ago if I ever thought he’d be this serious about a woman, I would have laughed at you.” His lips twitch. “I did laugh when he told me. I thought he was kidding, but he isn’t.”“It’s not just a snap decision. I can’t clap my hands together and know. I’m not holding off to protect myself. I’m doing it to protect him.”“Ivan’s a big boy. He can protect himself. I’ve seen him do it several times.”I put my face in my hands then ran my finger
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I stifled a yawn as I followed Aaron around the new bar. They landed back in Seattle minutes after Ivan and I did, and Day took one look at me and told Aaron to bring me there.She’d taken Ivan to get coffee, and I sworn, if she was pulling her matchmaking shit, I would kill her.“What do you think?” Aaron asked.I looked around the building. Then, it was carnage in there. Builders were everywhere. There was dust and wooden planks and whatever in every single possible place. But looking at the plans in my hand—Aaron’s vision—I saw it.“I think it’s gonna be the best damn cocktail bar in the city,” I said honestly.“Good answer.” He grinned. “It should be ready to go in two weeks. When do you have to tell Donny you’re leaving?”“I’ll go by when I leave here and tell him. I’ll give him a week’s notice then take a week off.”
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“I’m not afraid of relationships. I have an addiction to sex, not a phobia of commitment.” His words stung. They did. Right from my head to my toes. “But yes. That’s the main reason I never pursued a relationship in London. Everyone there knew who I was and what I was worth. Here in Seattle, well. I guess I just never found someone worth having a relationship for.” His gaze burning into me. “Until now,” he finished. “I wish I could be that girl.” My words were so quiet that they were practically a whisper. It was true. I wished I weren’t afraid. I wished I could tackle him with the impulsiveness I tackled Aaron’s new bar with. I wished I could throw every piece of bullshit away and gave him the thing he wanted because He deserved it. He deserved happiness. He deserved smiles and security and certainty. Something I couldn’t offer. Ivan reached across the table and linked his fingers through mine. He lifted our ha
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I said nothing, letting the moment linger. Letting his words hover between us, embracing them, holding on to them…getting addicted to them. To the underlying current of power in every syllable. To the smooth way he strung them all together and the way he never stopped to take a breath. To the inflection in the word ‘yours.’ Addicted to the way he didn’t have to think for a second about saying them. Addicted to the way they were making me feel. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Protected. Owned. I took a deep breath that shuddered through my body. The combination of his breath mingling with mine and the tingle of his palm against my neck was heady and intoxicating. The dizzy from his words and the response they’d elicited inside me, I wanted to give in. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him we could do that. That, despite our addictions, two opposite poles, we could make it work. But I didn’t. I couldn’t—because I
