El Ritmo Del Corazón (EN PAUSE)

El Ritmo Del Corazón (EN PAUSE)

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« Danser... Juste danser. Seulement pour vivre pour respirer. Pour pleurer, pour rire et pour aimer. Et jusqu'à la mort, je danserais ! » Alison, dix-neuf ans, quitte Atlanta pour s'installer à Miami, afin d'y étudier le droit. Ses parents place tous leurs espoirs en elle afin qu'elle devienne une grande avocate comme eux et ses grands-parents. Une profession qui se transmet de génération en génération dans sa famille. Seulement Alison ne voit pas les choses du même œil. Sa seule préoccupation dans la vie c'est la danse... Mais les études et la danse, font-elles bon ménage ?
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MATURE CONTENT, +18 ONLY When Andy starts a complex and steamy love affair with her new boss, she discovers there's more to his arrogant facade than she originally thought. ⸻ Andrea "Andy" Walker has landed her dream job at Kelex, a company she's admired for years. Her new colleagues have welcomed her with open arms, including the charming and sweet Oliver. But her infuriatingly attractive boss isn't so welcoming. Alexander "Lex" Coleman seems determined to drive her crazy. Despite her best efforts to resist him, Andy finds herself increasingly drawn to Lex's good looks and razor-sharp mind. As the tension between them heats up and their working relationship becomes more complicated, the line between personal and professional blurs. Can she have it all, or will she have to choose between her career and the man she can't resist? ⸻ "I'm telling you," I insist while he gets something from his nightstand. "I'm good. We effectively fucked you out of my system." "Great." He's back with a condom, and he's getting hard again. I'm not well-versed in men's anatomy, but it isn't something that should be already happening, right? I'm still not over it when he puts on the protection, throwing the empty package on the floor. Stunned, I don't protest or resist when he flips me around like a ragdoll, and it's only when I'm on all fours before him, my knees on the edge of the bed, that I understand what he wants. "Wait, I need a brea--" My complaints die in my throat as he pushes himself inside me with a slow but implacable thrust. Then comes the wet touch of his tongue, drawing a burning line in the hollow crest of my spine between my shoulder blades. He nuzzles his way up until his mouth is an inch from my ear. "Now, we're fucking you out of my system," he threateningly mutters. Oh, God... ⸻ This is a rewritten version with a better pace and fewer mistakes. You can find the full-length story on my profile.

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