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After a minute or two, he wraps his arm around me, his hand closing over my tit. He pulls me up and down, his cock in my ass, his fingers plunging into my cunt. I hold onto the arm tight across me as my free tit bounces with his movements. My head is thrown back, my mouth open as I pant. The pressure grows to epic proportions.

“Jack!” I scream. “Jackson, I need to come. Now. Please.”

He kisses my neck and continues slamming his dick into me, pulling me up and down with his arm around my torso, while he works my pussy with his other hand. “Come, Babe. Just let go and come.”

I put my fingers in his mouth. He sucks them for a moment. I pull them out and grab my clit, twisting and rubbing it as he plunges into my ass, his fingers at my slit. I toss my head from side to side. The coil tightens and tightens.

In an instant, the world flies apart and I bear down on Jack’s erection, everything convulsing at once as the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had rocks me.

Jackson lets out a growl and rams his cock deep as he shoots cum into me. He slows his thrusts, kissing my neck and sucking the soft skin.

“Fuck, woman. Fuck.”

He pulls out and lowers my feet to the floor. He turns me and pushes me backward onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

“You didn’t have to do that, but fuck me if I didn’t love every second of it.”

He kisses me ever so gently, his hand covering the swell of my belly. “I love you, Mrs. Tremaine. You do know that, right?”

I close my eyes. “I know. But I’ll never hear it enough. Say it again.”

“I love you.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and tightens his fingers over my navel. “And I love this baby.”





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SO. BAD.





Bad Boy Next Door





Kelley Harvey





CH. ONE





I round the corner and he’s there, both hands gripping some girl’s butt.

I stop, my foot poised for the next step.

Danny’s got her pushed against the wall. Her legs are wrapped around him, her skirt bunched at her waist. My stomach clenches tight and my heart jerks into high gear.

Do I turn and leave?

No. Rachel needs her stuff. She has packing to do.

As I pass by, the girl flips me off without breaking their kiss.

I make a beeline to get Rachel’s clothes. In the laundry room, I gather the things she asked for and hold them close, steeling myself to go by the groping couple once more.

I hug the wall as I come upon him and his—I don’t know, girlfriend? I doubt it. The tribal panther tattooed on his back stares at me and flexes as Danny’s muscles ripple when he rolls his hips forward. His jeans ride half way down his backside, while the dimples at his lower back, right above the curve of his butt, draw my attention. I try not to look, but that’s impossible.

He grinds against her. She pants and makes this sound, like a cat having kittens. Somewhere deep inside warmth curls and a pulse beats between my legs.

For the love of—

Yesterday, blonde on the hood of the car; today, a brunette in the hallway.

I avert my eyes. A condom wrapper lies at their feet.

“Classy.”





I zip Rachel’s suitcase while she adds a couple of last minute things to her carry on. My heart weighs heavily.

“I don’t really want to go, you know. Dad says I have to. Supposedly, it looks good for the pastor’s daughter to work at the orphanage his church sponsors. I wish you were going with me.” She glances up with glassy eyes.

“Me too.” I turn so she won’t see my frown. “But, hey, it’s all good. I’m going to get in a couple of classes over the summer. Puts me closer to graduating early.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fair. Mom and Dad could afford to send us both.”

I shake my head. “No. Your parents have done way more than anyone should ask. I mean, taking me in after Mom died and letting me live in your guest house.”

I could’ve gone into foster care for the last year of high school. Who knows where I would’ve ended up?

She bites her lip. “True. But they could do so much more, Mo.”

My mom could’ve planned better. She’s the one who up and died without life insurance or a will. I’m lucky Rach and I have been friends since kindergarten, or I’d have been screwed.

Rachel nods, her frown still marring her sweet face. “But I’m glad you got to come live here. It’s been amazing having you so close.”