The Barista

The Barista

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She's the most intelligent woman in the world. Except, she doesn't like to show it. She gets involved with one of the wealthiest families, causing one of their sons to fall hard for her. "Elle." He says softly, his face turning a shade of red in my darkened room. Only the TV light illuminates us but it's enough to see every color and expression on his face. "What are you doing? I thought you said, 'just friends'?" I swallow my nerves and nod. I feel shaky! I'm so nervously aroused that I am shaky, and I've never felt shaky from just sitting on a man's lap. I don't know what's about to happen. I don't even know if I'm going to sleep with him. But I'm not letting him leave without kissing him. And I think I know I would be lying to myself if I said this was only going to be a kiss. I'm so freaking aroused that I'm fighting the tremble inside of me and feel numb in my face. "I did say, 'just friends.'. But sometimes I lie."
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"Well," she said sweetly, fake as hell. "Jude's a great guy. You know, polite and handsome. Such a gentleman." "That so?" I muttered, voice dark. "Too bad I don't give a fuck what kind of gentleman he is." I leaned in, lips ghosting hers. Close, but not touching. "But we both know he can't get on his knees and eat your pussy like I do. Can't fuck you the way I do. Can't make you beg. Can't make you scream. Can't break you the way you like it." I dragged my fingers up her thigh, slow, stopping just short of her slick center. "In case you've forgotten..." I didn't finish the sentence. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to fucking remember. She sucked in a breath, tried to play it off with a smirk. "You're so full of yourself. If you were that good, I wouldn't have wandering eyes." I grabbed her chin firm, but not rough. "You don't have wandering eyes," I said, low and dangerous. "You're just a greedy little slut who gets cranky when I'm not around to fuck the attitude out of you." ~~~~~ She made the rules to protect her heart. He is about to break every one. After a single, reckless night that defied all her boundaries, Shaina Valentine is running. Oscar was supposed to be a forgettable fling, but the memory of his care is anything but. Terrified by her own vulnerability, she is convinced that surrender means losing herself. When he proposes a no strings arrangement, she agrees on one condition: her rules. No sleepovers. No gifts. And absolutely, no falling in love. It was meant to be a safe way to explore their connection. But how can you stick to "just friends" when every glance feels like a promise? Now, in a battle between a love that could heal her and a fear that has defined her, Shaina is about to discover that the most dangerous rule to break is her own. INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES (18+). INCLUDES GRAPHIC SCENES AND STRONG LANGUAGE.

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