LOGINMaya POV.
Next Day. I woke up on Mona's bed. Sleeping alone made me miss her, especially after I got harassed by John. Nothing happened between me and Mr. Jonah last night, he went back to his bedroom after comforting me. I took my phone and scrolled. I saw birthday wishes from my parents, Mona, and a few of my classmates. Today was finally here, and I was legally an adult. The clothes I had been wearing last night when Mr. Jonah held me in his arms, were now on the floor. After he left, I stripped naked and touched myself, imagining that he hadn't left but was fulfilling my wet dream. I got out of bed and retrieved my, "special night dress," a translucent white lace nightgown. I'd originally intended to show it to John, but now, I was going to do something more daring. I looked in the mirror, the white gauze dress revealing my naked curves. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. Since its just me and Mr Jonah in the house, now was the best time for me to act. "Today is my birthday. I'm now eighteen," I announced happily to him. My voice caught his attention from his phone across the living room, and I could clearly feel his eyes pause when he saw my nightgown. That was exactly what I wanted. "Mona already told me two days ago. Happy birthday, Maya. I wish you a splendid new year," he congratulated me. I smiled back, accepting his birthday wish, because I did intend to have a splendid time, this new year of my life. So without wasting time, I decided to dive right into the mission I had for today. "How's the case going? Have the police uncovered any new information about Ms. Larisa's death?" I inquired. That made him pauuse and give me a sideways glance, somewhat surprised that I knew about it. "I overheard your conversation with the police yesterday," I murmured, sadly. "Don't tell Monalisa, she'll be heartbroken. She really liked her," he cautioned me. I nodded, then asked, "Is that why you lied to the police?" His head snapped up sharply and he pinned me with a look, "What did you just say?" I shrugged nonchalantly, "I know Ms. Larisa was in this house till 12 a.m. that night." Confusion swirled in his gorgeous blue eyes, then his brows shot up. "That was you in the corridor, that night?" He dropped his mug on the counter. "I thought it was the cat." "The cat wouldn't pee in front of your door, would it?" I pouted my lips. Mr. Jonah exhaled a deep breath, "Whatever you saw, let's keep it between us. I don't want Monalisa to know about my relationship with her." "What of the police, shouldn't they know?" "I didn't kill her, if that's what you're asking," he said gruffly. "I know," I agreed. I have known Mr. Jonah for eight years, since his daughter and I became friends at age ten. He practically watched me grow and I knew deep down that he wasn't a murderer. Yet, I lifted my eyes and looked him squarely in the eye, "If you want me to keep your little secret, I want something in return." His brows creased together, "What do you want?" "I want you to deflower me.” ****** Jonah POV. I stared at her, shocked. "Are you crazy?" I asked. "Do I have to be crazy for you to sleep with me?" She fluttered my lashes at me. "Then yes, I am crazy." "I'm your best friend's dad, I'm like your own dad," I tried to reason with her. "But you're not my dad," she said, adamantly. "I am forty-five years old, and you just turned eighteen; you're too young," I refused. "I am a legal adult in the eyes of society. If I can vote and go to jail, why can't I fuck?" She bathed my lashes at me. "This is different," I objected. "You don't know what you're asking for, I do hardcore. I don't do vanilla sex like boys your age," I informed her. "All the more reason why it has to be you," she smiled back at me. And for a minute I felt a sensation run through me. My body stirring with excitement at the thought of being with a virgin. She was pure, untouched, and ripe. No, you can't. I cautioned myself. She's too young for you. "No, Maya," I said strongly. "Please," she pleaded. "If you want an older man so much, do it with someone else," I said and stood to my feet, taking hold of my mug and phone. "If you reject me, Mr. Jonah. I'll have no choice but to tell Mona about Ms. Larisa," she said, dangling the phone in her hands. Was she threatening me? A thrill ran down my spine at her cute attempt to threaten me, and for a second I was tempted to play her little game. But remembering my decision, I called her bluff and turned to leave. She hit dial and put the phone on speaker. Immediately Monalisa picked up, "Hey, Maya. What's up?" "Hi, Mona. There's something I want to talk to you about..." I turned around and folded my arms across my chest, leveling her with a hard stare. Seeing that she now had my attention, she smiled. "I'll call you back Mona, something came up," She said and ended the call. "You have no idea what you're trying to get yourself into, young lady," I pretended to scowl at her, while inwardly I was fascinated by her daring taunt. "It's one night, Mr. Jonah. I'm not asking for a relationship with you," She said, smiling, up at me. "Please don't be angry with me. I just want my first experience to be memorable." "You do realize that if we do this, things will change between us. You can't have sleepovers at my house anymore with my daughter," I said sternly, wanting her to understand the gravity of what she was about to do. "My parents will be back home in two days and I'll leave," She told me. "So, yes. I get that we can't see each other after this." I struggled with myself, trying to weigh my options. The offer was so tempting. Last night, when I held her and comforted her, I'd done it with no ill intentions. But with her soft delicate body pressed to mine, and the buttons of her top undone.... I could feel her nipples graze my chest through her lace bra. The beaded tips making my muscles throb. Even now, just looking at her in this cotton white nightgown was making me hard. Should I just give her what she wants? I was trying to control myself and forget how sweet she'd felt against me. But she was making it so difficult for me, by sitting here, looking so attractive and begging me to fuck her. I hesitated for a few minutes before my shoulders sagged in defeat. "Fine, one night." She clapped her hands with glee, excited. "Come with me," I said and started for my office. She followed behind me. When we were in the office, I opened my drawer, brought out a form, and handed it over to her. "What's this?" She asked, receiving the form. "It's an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement," I stated simply. She grimaced, "You already have one prepared and ready?" "I'm a lawyer, I need to protect myself from any present or future implications," I said, my eyes washing over her. "Since you say you're an adult. Read it and sign it." Her eyes flew over the points, and I saw she barely read them. Wrong move. Something that showed she was still young and naive. She needed to read every document before signing it. "I'm ready to sign," she said, opening her palm for a pen. I took one from my table and was about to give it to her, but I stopped and held it back. "What?" She asked. "Before you sign it, I want to know if you have what it takes," I said, my eyes searching her. "I won't go soft on you because you're a virgin. I fuck hard, fast, and long. Can you handle me?" "Yes," she said. "Show me," I said, "give me a blow job." She bit my lower lip and her eyes instantly dropped to my pants. "What if I don't pass, then you don't fuck me?" She asked as she stepped closer to me. "Yes, I don't want a crying child on my hands when I make love," I retorted. She smirked, "Crying child?" She repeated as she got to her knees before me. She began by nuzzling her face on my legs, along my thighs, and up to my belly. I remained stoic, watching her. Gradually, I started to harden, bulging out of my pants. She reached up to my waistband and dragged down my pants and briefs in one smooth move. That made me gasp in surprise, at her boldness. Opening her mouth, she started to feed my length into my mouth, slowly. "Good..." I rasped low. "Take the whole length," I commanded. She obliged and swallowed it to the hilt. "Urrhh," a low growl rumbled in my chest. Her tongue was wet, making a slippery slime as she sucked, licked, and kissed. "Damn..." the words left my lips in a rush, and my hand reached down to fist a handful of her hair. Shudders ran down my spine with every contact our bodies made. Her warm mouth to my hot cock. I was getting so much pleasure receiving this blowjob as she was, giving it. "Fuckkk, I'm about to cum," I muttered low, and felt my body tighten against her... "Hello house, I'm home!" Monalisa's voice sounded through the house. We both tensed and our heads snapped toward the office door.A Note from Ivy Walters To everyone who picked up "All Shades of Passion" and stayed until the very last page of the last book — thank you 🙏💞😍. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your imagination, and your emotions. You followed Maya into danger and desire, walked with Monalisa through a world she never imagined, cheered for Steven as he finally chose himself, held your breath alongside Sheila as she wrestled with feelings she couldn't name, and rooted for Bailey and Mark even when the odds were stacked against them. Five stories. Five worlds. Five hearts laid bare. That was never just writing for me. That was me pouring something real onto the page and hoping it would find the right readers. And it did. It found you. This collection may have reached its final chapter, but the characters live on as long as you remember them. Share their stories. 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