One Night Stand With My Ex's Uncle

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ng lifted and dropped, over and over, in a frenzy that bordered on vi

haw, who once swore Jack Simpson would be my first and only, was no

ing part? I loved

d thick, like he was trying to break me apart just to reconstruct someone new. My

n a tidal wave of pleasure I'd denied myself for far too long. He drove into me harder, deeper, and my body clenched aroun

my phone dragged me

eiling unfamiliar,

noon at three. The social committee will be expecting you

rce was finalized. Like vultures circling, eager for pro

ding the call with a sigh.

ped tightly around my waist, drawi

imate too intima

ers brushing muscle that triggered a vivid flash of last night. Those arms ha

omed in

ed out

pillow. All I could see was the sharp line of hi

d, he was awake leaning by the window, wrapped in nothing but a towel, a

pted back. The Olympus Club hadn't e

check, placed

s," I said coolly, then added, "And n

for a reply.

er eyes widened as she took in the bruis

w... you

d love bites. Note to self: add a no-marking

s?" I asked, brushing pas

e and reapplied my makeup like armor. The diamond tassel earrings

he mirror. I saw the hesi

this," she offered. "Those women th

my eyes

can't survive without a man.

Let them see the new Anna S

k dress hugged every curve, a tailored blazer draped over

. Didn't her husband leave her?" whispere

ueen," another scoffed. "Just

at project manager. Lu

r career. Men don't want a

e couldn't sati

rittle and bright, l

mil

flute, walked through th

, ladies," I said.

Shaw?" one woman asked, vo

reedom. Some of you m

. Mine had exploded. At least I had th

ared, discreetly

Mr. Simpson