“What are you doing?”

I yelp, dropping the book. I cringe when the novel lands with a thud.

He clicks his tongue. “You shouldn’t be so careless with that book. It’s worth quite a bit of money.”

My fear nearly strangles me as I turn around…

And see Stephen Cohen…


Read from the beginning here…

He breathes against my ear, “If you agree to be mine for the night.”

“When you say ‘be mine,’ do you mean ‘be my sexual plaything’?”

“I wouldn’t put it like that…”

I glare at him. “But that’s the gist, right?”

He lifts an eyebrow…

A little voice in my head whispers, He tastes so much better. I thought that Geoff’s kisses were nice, but his daddy’s are fucking transcendent.

I curse under my breath as rain droplets start falling from the sky. Of course today has to be the day I forget to bring my umbrella. Literally on any other day, I toss my umbrella into my backpack, even if the sun is shining and the sky is cloudless.


He holds me tight, spilling his hot white seed all over my pussy. When I come, he kisses me, tasting my moans.

My heart is about to burst out of my chest when I step inside Hollands Sixth Boulevard. For a minute that feels like several lifetimes, I stay still, waiting for an alarm to go off or some security guard to haul me out of the department store like I’m yesterday’s…

Isla Chiu

Author of smut & romance. ☕ https://ko-fi.com/islachiu

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