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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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___________ Connor could hardly get to sleep after the party had left his house. His mind was swimming, swimming with her.
His bed, they had just been in his bed, and it was consuming his mind. Her body, the arch of her back as he thrusted into her, the fullness of her breasts, and her perfect lips parted with her moans as he fucked her.
He thought of the rules, new conditions to their agreement. How he hated her, and yet, having these new terms in place made Connor excited. All the things he wanted to do to her, he wanted to drive that good girl completely mad for him. Watch as he unwound her composure, modesty, into nothing but intoxicating lust.
Connor shifted in his sheets and swore he could catch whiffs of her sugary smell. He stifled a groan while he hardened slightly at these thoughts. Serena wasn't even here and she was annoying him to no end.
He opened his eyes and let out a sigh, getting up out of his bed he walked over to the window.
Connor pushed the curtain out of the way slightly and looked over at her house. It was otherwise asleep too, every light off except the one in her study which shown brightly against the dark house.
And he knew that she couldn't sleep either.
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Monday morning came way too early. Especially early because he hardly got a wink of sleep last night.
He groaned and got out of bed against his better protest, jumping into a pair of Nike gym shorts and a simple loose fitting t-shirt with his hockey teams logo on it.
Connor's eyes stayed mostly closed as he got ready, he ran a hand through his messy dark brown hair twice before calling it good enough and slipping on his shoes.
He grabbed his keys and wallet off the kitchen counter, ignoring the trash from the party yesterday night, and walked outside to his car.
He winced his eyes open against the sun and looked over at Serena's house. It looked quiet, and her car was parked in the driveway. She hadn't left yet, which was unusual for her because Serena and her punctual self always beat him to the meetings.
But today he didn't even know if she was up yet.
Connor shrugged and got into his car speeding off to the community house.
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Connor was sitting down in his usual seat in the back, bored out of his mind, because his usual source of entertainment still wasn't there.
Frank was standing at the podium talking out to the crowd of residents, rattling on about his usual nonsense that Connor could care less about.
His eyelids felt like cinderblocks the more he fought to keep his head up when he heard the door click open.
