"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡." 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⋆ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⋆ ──── #1 detective 1/1/26 #1 intimacy 2/13/26

Lucian placed my legs on his lap, took my shoes off, and began rubbing my feet. "How was your day at the gallery?" he asked. "It was so boring," I began. "Wednesdays are always so uneventful..." As I was explaining, his hands began to move up my thigh and underneath my dress. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties. "Mmm," I moaned, trying to grab his arm lightly. "Move your hand & continue, little girl," he commanded. I tried to continue telling him about my boring ass day at work, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "I can't," I gasped. He growled darkly. "Mmm, you want me to suck on your pussy again, don't you, angel?" I whimpered. "Mmm..." Lucian stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my neck lightly but effectively. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, Nyla. I want to hear you beg for it. You hear me?" "Yes, Lucian," I breathed out. He smiled lightly. "Good girl. Such a good girl." Then he kissed me with so much lust and passion that my pussy was soaked, and I honestly couldn't wait.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

"𝐵𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉." - In which a 20-year-old bubbly lady encounters the rough-around-the-edges, military man, Everest Simon, who couldn't seem to get her out of his head.