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Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) Chp5: Open Bar
My cousin’s wedding was the last place I wanted to be on a Saturday night. I only showed up because family guilt is a powerful thing. The ceremony was fine; pretty church, lots of flowers—but the reception at the big waterfront hall was packed with people I barely knew. I was sitting at a table by myself, sipping cheap champagne, watching my cousin dance with her new husband while my phone kept buzzing with texts from my roommate asking how bad it was. I needed air. Or another drink. Probably both. The open bar was busy, but the bartender handed me a fresh glass fast. That’s when I noticed the guy standing next to me. Tall, broad shoulders filling out his dark suit jacket, tie already loosened. Short beard, messy brown hair like he’d been running his hands through it. He looked as bored as I felt. “Open bar is the only good part of these things,” he said, clinking his whiskey glass against mine without asking. “Truth.” I took a sip. “You with the bride or groom?” “Groom. O
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) Chp4: Gate 419
My flight was delayed, again. Three hours and counting at O’Hare, and the storm outside wasn’t letting up anytime soon. I’d already walked the entire terminal twice, eaten some dry sushi that cost way too much, and now I was stuck at the airport bar nursing a gin and tonic. My phone was almost dead, and I was bored out of my mind. The guy two seats down had been sitting there just as long. He looked like he traveled a lot—button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, laptop open in front of him, but he wasn’t really working. Dark hair, sharp jawline, early thirties maybe. When I glanced over for the third time, he caught me. “Yours delayed too?” he asked, closing the laptop. “Yeah. Supposed to board an hour ago. Yours?” “Denver. This storm is screwing everybody.” He slid over to the seat right next to me. “I’m Caleb.” “Ava. Austin.” We started talking to kill time. He was a consultant, flew three or four times a month for work. I told him I was a graphic designer comi
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) Chp4: Gate 17**
My flight was delayed. Again. Three hours and counting at O’Hare, and the storm outside wasn’t letting up anytime soon. I’d already walked the entire terminal twice, eaten some dry sushi that cost way too much, and now I was stuck at the airport bar nursing a gin and tonic. My phone was almost dead, and I was bored out of my mind. The guy two seats down had been sitting there just as long. He looked like he traveled a lot—button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, laptop open in front of him, but he wasn’t really working. Dark hair, sharp jawline, early thirties maybe. When I glanced over for the third time, he caught me. “Yours delayed too?” he asked, closing the laptop. “Yeah. Supposed to board an hour ago. Yours?” “Denver. This storm is screwing everybody.” He slid over to the seat right next to me. “I’m Caleb.” “Ava. Austin.” We started talking to kill time. He was a consultant, flew three or four times a month for work. I told him I was a graphic designer coming back fr
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) Chp3: After Hours
The gym was almost empty at 10:30 p.m. on a Thursday. Just how I liked it. I’d had a shit day at the clinic—double shifts, cranky patients, and a doctor who couldn’t stop micromanaging. All I wanted was to sweat it out, blast some music in my headphones, and not think for an hour. I was on the treadmill, hair up, tank top already sticking to my back, when he walked in. Tall, built like he lived in the weight room but not in that showy way. Dark skin, short beard, sleeves cut off his shirt so you could see the muscle in his arms. He nodded at me when our eyes met in the mirror and I nodded back and kept running. He started on the bench press. I moved to free weights. Every time I glanced over he was focused, but I caught him looking a couple times too. Nothing creepy. Just… aware. I finished my set and headed for the water fountain. He was there getting a drink. “Busy night,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Exactly why I come late. Less people.” “Same.
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) Chp2: Midnight Run
I needed milk. That’s what I told myself at 11:47 p.m. when I pulled on sweats and drove to the 24-hour grocery store two blocks from my apartment. Really, I just couldn’t sleep again. Another night staring at the ceiling thinking about the text my ex sent earlier—“hope you’re doing okay”—like he hadn’t fucked his coworker three months ago. Milk felt like a good enough excuse to get out of my head. The store was dead quiet. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, only a couple other people wandering the aisles. I grabbed a cart and headed for the dairy section, hair in a messy bun, no makeup, just existing. He was in the same aisle, reaching for eggs. Tall, maybe six-two, wearing a faded black hoodie and jeans that fit right. Dark tattoos peeked out from his sleeve when he moved. He glanced over when I stopped next to him for the milk. “Late night essentials?” His voice was casual, a little amused. “Yeah. Can’t sleep, apparently milk fixes that.” I grabbed a carton and tossed i
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) chp1: Last Call at The Dive
The bar smelled like spilled beer and old cigarettes, the kind of place where nobody asked any questions. I’d only stopped in because the rain was hammering down and my shitty umbrella had flipped inside out two blocks back. My clothes were soaked, my hair stuck to my neck, and I just wanted a whiskey to warm up before I called a ride home. I slid onto a stool at the end of the bar. The bartender, a tired guy with a tattooed neck, nodded at me. “What’ll it be?” “Whiskey. Neat.” He poured it without a word. I took a sip, letting the burn settle in my chest, and looked around. Tuesday night, so it wasn’t packed. A couple of old guys arguing about baseball at one table. A woman scrolling on her phone near the jukebox. And then him. He was sitting two stools down, nursing a beer, elbows on the bar like he’d been there a while. Dark hair, a little messy, stubble that looked a few days old. Black t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. Not trying too hard, but something about the way
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) Daddy's Turn
Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the wa
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) Caught!
I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) The Wrong Send
*A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”
Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections) Gangbanged by Strangers: Recked
The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinni
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