The relationSHIP has sailed

The relationSHIP has sailed

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The realtionSHIP has sailed.. like the titanic. A Liza Koshy and David Dobrik fan fiction. A bunch of short stories peering into their romance. It's 8pm -SNEAK PEEK "And to be honest..." He leaned into me, I could feel his warm breath on my ear. Every hair on my body stood on end. "I like you best without a bra on." He whispered into my hair. This is driving with Lizzza- SNEAK PEEK As we were on our last stretch I felt that warm hand rubbing up and down my leg again. I looked over at Liza who seemed to be on her phone. She probably doesn't even notice she's doing it David. Calm down.
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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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