First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...

🎸 "You feel that?" he murmured. "Feel how wet you are for me?" "Maverick-" she gasped. "I could fuck this pretty pussy all night," he groaned. "Look at the mess you're making on me. Soaking the sheets. Look up, baby. Look at what I'm doing to you." She looked up at the mirror-saw his body rocking into hers, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pinned her down. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and huge milk chocolate areoles glistening with sweat. Her mouth fell open again. "No lyrics now?" he teased. "I c-can't-" "You were doing so good," he murmured, grinding deeper. __________________________ Celeste Jones is music royalty-an electric guitar virtuoso with a voice that sells out stadiums and a presence that commands every room she walks into. To the public she's bold, curvy, unapologetically sensual, and used to being admired from a distance. But there's so much to her they don't know. When an anonymous threat shakes her world, her team hires a bodyguard she can't ignore. Maverick Walker is ex-military, all discipline and control. His low waves are always tight, his dark skin glows under stage lights, and his trimmed beard frames a mouth that rarely smiles. He's not here to play fanboy. He's here to do a job: keep Celeste alive. But Celeste doesn't make it easy. She flirts with him like it's foreplay. One shared kiss is all it takes for Maverick's resolve to fracture. As danger creeps closer, the chemistry between them catches fire. Their kisses turn to touches. Their touches turn to nights neither of them can forget. And when it all explodes, it's more than just lust-it's survival, it's love, it's everything. Released: 04/02/2025

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."