Dear Mr. Emerson

Dear Mr. Emerson

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My gaze drifted my assistant her face, drawn irresistibly to the mesmerizing beauty that graced her features. Her big green eyes sparkled with warmth. But it wasn't just her eyes that captivated me; it was the delicate sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks, like tiny constellations scattered across a canvas of porcelain skin. And then there were her lips-full and pink, with a natural curve that hinted at a secret smile waiting to be unleashed. They were the epitome of temptation, beckoning me with their softness and warmth, inviting me to lose myself in the sweetness of their embrace. I can't help but wonder how those lips would feel around my hard member. Having my juices dripping down her chin. "DAMN" I can feel my dick growing hard. ________________ Lucy Raven is a 24 years old college graduate, working at Emerson enterprise during the week and in the weekend at a small bakery. AUTHOR NOTES This book is not finished yet, I try my best to upload as much as possible. This is my very first book so don't be to hard on me. Feedback is always welcome. I also apologize for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. This book is unedited, read at your own risk. Happy reading!
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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