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“Round two?” he asks, plucking my panties from my mouth.
I crack my neck and eye him like a piece of fucking meat.
“You’re on, tiger.” I grab the back of his head and force his lips against mine. “But this time, I’m on top.”
Alexis and WineBar #1
It was July when I first met WineBar. I was sitting with my friend at a bar and we were two women out on the town with no good intentions in our hearts. We were young, single, free, and had our future in front of us.
We were beautiful. Graceful. Desired. And we knew it.
And then in the center of all that, he came in.
He stomped in and made his presence known.
Intruded on every single self-delusion I’d ever had and completely swept away what I thought I knew about the world and myself.
All that was left was him.
Towering over me.
He smiled and held out his hand. I trembled slightly as he took it and brought it to his lips.
“Hey baby,” he said to me. “I’m WineBar. What’s your name?”
My heart stopped.
My knees were weak.
And I swear to you, I couldn’t even remember my own name.
Note
This book contains 12 short stories, but they’re all interconnected. You’ll follow the story of Emilia and Evan through the eyes of others, and the full impact of their love story will only be found in reading from beginning to end. I hope you enjoy the ride.
Note that there is a part two to Emilia and Evan, but you need to read through the other stories first or you’re missing out!
Erin & Fletcher
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Fletcher
“Oh, god, Fletcher, please! Oh…oh my god. Stop! STOP!”
I force myself to tear my lips away from the lingerie model’s cunt. Her honey is still smeared across my chin, sweet and sticky and just a little bit too tart for my tastes.
“Something wrong?” I furrow my brow and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.
“Oh…god, no, not really…it’s just—”
Her chest is still heaving, tits rising and falling beneath the garish print of her balconette bra.
“Too many orgasms?”
She laughs, dazed. “Yeah. This…I mean, this never happens, I’m really sorry, but like…OMG. I’m just—wow. I’m totally spent.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” I growl.
