Sing for Jay- TW Fanfiction

Sing for Jay- TW Fanfiction

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., janv. 30, 2014
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Music Will bring them together but it can just as easily rip them apart. With a difficult life Emily has only her voice to bring her joy. What if the Joy of her life need only to hear her sing for the magic to begin? Baldy ran out further into the lawn and did a half forwards roll that ended with him lying flat on his stomach. I stared at this, what kind of a move was that? The others laughed endlessly and baldy hopped up grinning madly. Curly stood and looked like he was going to attempt the same thing but instead just lay on his back. Gazing at the sky. They watched him until the beers came and then all interest was lost. But I continued to look at Curly he was studying his surroundings carefully with such interest that I wondered if he was seeing something other than the normal white houses, grass and inky night sky. I realised my legs were hurting. I must have been sitting on them for about an hour, spying on my new neighbours. As I moved to readjust myself. My leg hit my guitar which fell to the hard wooden floor with a crash. Curly's head snapped in my direction. How had he heard that? Our Eyes locked. And he slowly sat up.
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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