I played around with the first button.“Well, I'll let you count them later.“Provocateur!I? Dr. Fallon? I was trying to figure out how to react when our platesThey arrived.We tasted it, shared it, and then started eating greedily. After havingcalmed my appetite a little, I said:— Have you ever written or worked on anything else before?“Yes to both. I always liked to write, so I majored in journalism. I worked onnewspapers, but I didn't like it. From being forced to cover stories that didn't interest me, to obeyingto the political bias of the newspaper or, at best, sticking to the boring facts. So I started towrite fiction. It's much more fun.Oh yes, despite our growing intimacy, he and I were different. my life wasdedicated entirely to the collection and analysis of information, because I always thought that only statisticscould have an impact. However, Damien's readership probably numbered well over a hundred thousand,and I had to admit that my work only reached a few h
I found a shop around the corner from the departure gate, where I bought water for Damien andfor me, cereal and chocolate bars with raspberry filling.Leaving the store, I ripped open the chocolate wrapper, broke off a square, and popped it into my mouth.When I took a bite, I almost groaned at the combination of chocolate and delicious raspberry tart.If Damien was especially nice to me today, I might even share it with him. However,come to think of it, when had that man been anything less than especially wonderful?I recognized his voice even before I turned the corner, and the familiar timbre sent a warm smile.emotion through me. So there he was, leaning against a wall, his back to me, casual andmale in jeans and a white T-shirt, which showed off his big musculature. He was holding his cell phonein ear.Not wanting to interrupt his call, I stood there admiring his back view. Then,half at a glance, I realized he was talking about me.“Yes, she's a professor of sociology at the
I am really sorry. Damien had said he was sorry.For shame? Or was she sorry that the media thought we were engaged?He gave me a hug and walked towards the taxi stand.I looked at him, remembering the confusing mix of emotions that had hit me whenfirst saw the tabloid article. Shock and humiliation, yes, but also a stranger andpleasant pride. As if I enjoyed being engaged to Damien, and wishing theworld knew about it.“Theresa? — it was the reporter, invading my personal space. - How long..."Sorry, no comment." I gave him a pale imitation of Damien's smile.My father had moved to my side and I grabbed his arm."Let's get out of here," Dad said."Theresa, you could have at least told us that…" Merilee began."Later," I said.- She is right. “Dad put himself between me and the reporter. "Please leave myfamily at peace. We have nothing to say. ’ He loomed over the much younger man,looking bigger and almost fierce.“All I want is—” the reporter began .“You won't get it from us.Da
"What's new with me?" Simply everything! —Kat, Nav 's neighbor Bharani , widenedsharply her brown eyes. She dropped the laundry basket on the basement laundry floor.the building, then sat down on the dryer, clearly prioritizing gossip before chores.Nav smiled and leaned back against her machine, which was already doing Saturday's morning wash.“I saw her Wednesday night, Kat. "She had taken him to a friend's house to use hermuscles putting together a new bookcase and rearranging the furniture. "It couldn't have changed everything."in two days.Something very important had happened in his life just yesterday. Great progress inhis photographic career. He was anxious to tell Kat, but he would hear her news first.She rolled her eyes.“Okay, almost everything. My little sister is suddenly getting married.Even in the bad lighting, with her auburn curls still tousled andthe marks of the sheets on her face, Kat was so beautiful it made his heart sink.— Merilee ? I thought she and...
At thirty-one, Kat's luck with men has already proved far from positive. But when she invites her best friend and neighbor Nav to be her date for her sister's wedding, she has no idea she's about to embark on the biggest surprise of her life...Nav's dryer timer beeped, but he still hadn't made it back to the laundry room.He had agreed to go to M&M's wedding, and when she was thanking him he leftrunning, saying he had to do something upstairs.Well, first, he had given me that indignant look. Then he kissed me and I almostI thought... I almost wanted to... I touched my lips, still warm from the brief contact with his.No, that was crazy.What Nav and I had was perfect the way it was. I always had a lot of friends,but I've never felt as connected to any of them as I did with Nav. Other women saidthat boyfriends come and go, but it's the friends you can count on. I had never understood thewhat that meant, because he had never had a friend so close. Now that I had it, I wouldn't ri
How would she respond? If she said “Nav”, he would be flattered, but he hoped to hearPritam.Pritam. The name he had chosen because it meant dear, beloved. He would love to hear Katcall him by that name instead of referring to him as a sweetheart.She had certainly been attracted to and had interacted with him differently, but she had onlyspent an hour with Pritam. That wasn't enough to break a two-year pattern.When she thought of him as Nav, it was still just friendship.Nav needed this game. He needed her to opt for the fantasy world he was going to create.He wanted Kat to treat him like a man he'd just met. A manthat made her eyes sparkle, made her nipples prickle. Like the Nascar guy, or the actor.She had said that she was dazzled by style, good looks, charm, success, careers.exciting. So that's what he would give her.For Kat, he would do something he swore he would never do: use his wealth to create afacade.He had also lied when he said things would be the same when th
Motionless with the overwhelming orgasm, I gripped the sheet with both hands and surrendered to thewaves that swept my body.During all this time, he was hugging me.But what a rare and generous lover he was. Twice, with a hard-on cock, he hadput my satisfaction first."Hey." My voice came out hoarse. - Give a kiss.He lifted his head, a smile curling his full lips."I thought I was kissing."- Oh yes. And very well. But now, I want to…” I stopped at the thought of what I really wanted.wanted him."What do you want, Kat?" The dark, glittering eyes challenged me."I want to feel you inside me again." Is so good.For a moment, he closed his eyes tight, and the angles of his face were almostsevere, as if he had been overcome by a strong emotion. Then he moved, deftlyshifting from the retracted position it had been in.He had made tender love and he had also given me vigorous passion. in thatmoment, his affection had whetted my appetite for passion. I doubted he would complain.Pick
The male weight sank to the bed beside me.I buried my red face into the pillow. I had just had an orgasmunbelievable, provided by a man I hadn't even kissed.Or by an English-speaking version of Pritam.Or by my good friend Nav.What was I doing? Even if my brain wanted to work, I doubted it would.could. It was easier to focus on the sensation. I lay face down, instead of having to face him,but I savored the caress of his hands on my back.Those warm hands pulled my hips, bringing me to my knees.I dragged along the pillow that was underneath. By arching my back, my ass,still with her loincloth soaked, she was prancing towards him.Strong hands caught me. The head of his cock slid between my legs, withoutentering me, just sliding back and forth, rubbing against my sex. getting stillmore sliding, with my juice, the friction increasing my hard-on.As he slipped inside, he let out a groan of relief. It leaned down, curving inmy back, kissing my neck.“It's so nice in here, Kat. “