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  I pulled the bottom of her dress up to her hips, exposing her juicy ass, enclosed in a pair of black lace panties that drove me to the edge of reason. I slid a hand between her legs and cupped her pussy, applying pressure above her clit. She was hot and wet even through the lace. Fuck, this girl would be my undoing.

  Frankie moaned and lifted her ass to give me better access.

  “I can’t decide whether to get you off with my hand first, while you’re all disheveled and at my mercy, or to get these clothes off and fuck you until you cum on my cock.”

  “Please fuck me,” Frankie said in a breathy voice. She looked over her shoulder at me, lips parted and eyes wild with want. “Please.”

  Any self-control I’d had snapped.

  I reached up and practically tore the dress down Frankie’s body.

  Blood pounded in my ears, though it felt more like fire in my veins. Seeing her soft curves on display was almost more than I could take. I unsnapped her bra and pulled down her panties before finally rolling her over and burying my face in her ample breasts.

  I kissed and sucked with wild abandon, one hand reaching for the bedside table. Once I found what I was looking for, I sat back on my heels and rolled the condom down my turgid cock while Frankie looked up at me with smoldering eyes.

  I kissed her again. My body quaked from how much I wanted her. Needed her. I probed my cock into her folds and plunged in to the hilt.

  Frankie dug her fingernails into my back, scratching down my spine and making my scalp tingle. I gave her everything I had. No mercy. No holding back. She thrust up against me and our bodies slapped together with wild abandon.

  My body swirled with pleasure. It burned under my skin and hijacked my brain, leaving me with only a few thoughts.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  Heaven.

  Her hands on my ass. My teeth in her neck.

  “I’m so close,” Frankie panted.

  My only answer was a growl and a thrust so hard the bed rattled against the headboard. I moved to my knees and slung her legs over my shoulders, needing to see her come apart.

  Frankie’s breasts jiggled with the force of my thrusts. She gripped the bedsheets as I plunged even deeper inside of her than before, grunting with effort.

  “Oh god,” she moaned. “Yes! Levi! Oh god, Levi!”

  A spike of white hot lust surged straight down to my balls. Sweat prickled on my brow but I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Not when we were both so close to cumming and the world seemed like it would end if I did.

  Frankie screwed her eyes shut and the first spasms of her orgasm held my dick in a vice. My eyes rolled back in my head and I broke, shuddering as I spurted over and over again. Frankie milked me to perfection. The room spun and blackness crept in from the edges. For a moment, I heard nothing but the sound of my own ragged breathing and my heart hammering.

  I came back down, pulling out of Frankie with quivering legs and collapsing to the side. She rolled over to me, grinning, cheeks flushed.

  “I never want to not do that,” she said, nuzzling under my chin.

  “Me neither.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and stroked her back. My voice came out barely a whisper. “Maybe the next wedding you should start planning is your own.”

  Frankie emerged slowly, almost lazily, and met my gaze with a smile. “If I don’t kill you before we get to that part.”

  I kissed her cheek. “Sweetheart, you kill me every single day.”

  Epilogue

  Frankie

  1 year later...

  “Ow!” I complained. “Careful with the zipper!”

  Val smacked me. “I’ll be careful with the zipper when you stop fidgeting.”

  “I can’t help it. I’m nervous.”

  She came to stand in front of me, offering a reassuring smile. “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. It’s going to be a piece of cake.”

  I sighed. “I know. I’ve only done this a million times.” After a pause, I added, “Though not this part, I guess.”

  Val chuckled. “I should hope not.”

  I touched her arm. “Thank you for being here. It means the world to me.”

  “Nowhere else I’d rather be,” she replied. “Even if I am working for free.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

  We both laughed, and I walked over to the mirror to admire the fit of my gown. I’d opted for a slim-fitting mermaid that accentuated my curves, giving me an ass J-Lo could only dream of. My hair was braided loosely over one shoulder, with pearls and diamonds woven into it. Val came to stand beside me, looking gorgeous as ever in her sea-green maid of honor gown, and the two of us leaned against each other. When the door flew open, we both jumped.

  “Your father is driving me crazy,” Mom announced, storming into the room. “He won’t stop complaining about his diet.” She dropped her voice to imitate him. “What kind of Italian am I if I can’t eat carbs?”

  I turned from the mirror and my mom halted in her tracks. She wrung her hands, eyes filling with tears.

  “Baby, you look amazing!”

  I went over and hugged her. “I feel amazing. I’m so glad you guys could be here.”

  Mom sniffed. “If I’d known that marrying rich would mean the whole family would get flown out to some swanky mountaintop resort, I would have encouraged you to bag the guy from the start.”

  “Sure you would.” I patted her back.

  “This place has so many good memories for me,” Val said dreamily. “I’m glad you decided to have your wedding here. It’s like I get to experience my own wedding all over again.”

  I pulled out of the hug with my mom and smiled at my best friend. “It’s like I get to experience your wedding all over again.”

  “Are you ready?” Mom asked. “They’re waiting for you out there.”

  I took a deep breath and nodded. “Let’s go.”

  The walk to the ceremony space was familiar from when I did it with Valerie, except now each step was shaky and my heart raced at the prospect of what was waiting for me on the other side of the oak double doors. Mom gave me one final hug before entering the room, and soon after the music started.

  Val clasped my hand. “You deserve this, Frankie.”

  I squeezed it. And then she stepped through the door.

  A few seconds later, so did I.

  The first thing I noticed as I walked down the aisle was my gorgeous husband-to-be waiting for me with a stunning smile. Levi filled out his tux sinfully and my mind flashed with visions of tearing it off him later.

  Then I noticed that Val wasn’t the only one standing on my side of the altar. I nearly tripped.

  I had bridesmaids.

  When the hell did I get bridesmaids? I peered at them and my mouth fell open when I recognized the first face. Olive Dennington. I went down the line, putting a name to the face of each of the seven girls.

  They were my clients, all my favorite ones. By the time I finished absorbing this information, I had reached the alter, where Levi took my hand and leaned down to me.

  “You okay?”

  I nodded. “Literally never been better,” I said. “Just confused. Did you invite them?”

  Levi’s lips turned and he gently shook his head. “They heard you were getting married and all wanted to be here.” He glanced over my head at the girls, then back at me. “You made their weddings the best day of their lives. I guess they wanted to do the same.”

  I turned to face them. I scanned down the line, grinning like a maniac, and mouthed, “Thank you.”

  Then I turned to the officiant, who’d been waiting patiently this whole time, and nodded. “Let’s do this thing.”

  The ceremony flew by, and it felt like I rode a cloud through all the words and smiles. But when the officiant pronounced us man and wife, time narrowed down to that single second where Levi looked at me with so much love in his eyes that I thought I might burst from happiness.

  And whe
n my husband kissed me, “Careless Whisper” played in my head.

  I closed my eyes and thought back to our first kiss by the fire, to the journey that had brought us together, and to the adventure that lay ahead.

  I opened my eyes to a new world.

  Claiming His Virgin

  CHANCE CARTER

  Chapter 1

  Jane peers at her willowy reflection in the mirror, then standing on her tiptoes, pliés around for good measure. She halts, when she notices a run in her tights going straight up the back of her leg.

  “Oh shoot,” she curses. “Everything is falling apart these days. What next?”

  A loud and intense knock sounds at the door, interrupting her musing. It startles her for two reasons. One, no one ever knocks that loudly, because two, no one ever comes to her door.

  Squinting through the peep hole, she sees Paulo the landlord. His dark, greasy hair and large face—now sweaty from climbing three flights of stairs—make him look even meaner than usual.

  Jane freezes, hoping he will just go away.

  He knocks again, even louder than before.

  Oh, not today. Just go away, Jane thinks to herself, trying desperately not to make a sound.

  “Jane Bryden, I know you’re in there. I am officially delivering your final notice to pay your rent. If you don’t pay me by next week then you are evicted from your apartment. You hear me?”

  He slides a piece of paper under the door before walking away, the loud thunk of his shoes emphasizing that this is his place and his rules.

  Jane’s breath returns to normal when she knows for sure he is gone.

  “Uggghhh, for real?” she groans. “When will the universe give me a break? I’m trying my best and it’s just never enough.”

  As she moves to reach for the paper, she stubs her toe against the tiled floor, a feat, it seems that only she could manage. She cries out in painful frustration.

  “Why did I have to move to New York, anyway? For a childish dream of ballet? Where has that got me? Absolutely nowhere. Literally, nowhere. I’m, like, days away from being homeless. This city is dirty. The people are mean. The other ballerinas don’t like me,” Jane says out loud, starting to sob. “I will never fit in here.”

  On her coffee table is a greeting card her grandmother sent her. It has a brightly colored butterfly surrounded by tiny, reflecting sparkles. She moves to pick it up and reread it another time.

  Never give up on your dreams—you were born to fly.

  It is her grandmother’s message of love, written in her most beautiful handwriting.

  Jane sighs, trying to muster the gall to keep internalizing her grandma’s message when everything around her is speaking to the contrary.

  “Oh Grandma, I really hope so. I’m about ready to give up.”

  Jane goes back into her room and flops down flat on her back on the twin size bed, grabbing her teddy bear.

  “You’re the only one who gets me, Fluffy. You’re the only one I have in my life.”

  Her soft, long, dirty blonde hair spread over the pillow, she reaches over to the other side of the bed and wishes someone was there for her. She’s never had a boyfriend. There were guys interested in her, but her mother warned her to stay away from them, saying they would just mess with her head and make her forget all about her dreams and who she is.

  She hasn’t even made out with a guy. She kissed Brian, a coworker, in the wine cellar of the restaurant where she worked part-time, but then she found out he had a girlfriend. Jane was crushed and ashamed for letting herself be duped so easily, and vowed never to do something like that again unless she absolutely, positively knows the guy and where he is in his life.

  The loneliness is so deep though, and she has no idea when all this bad luck will end. What will change everything? When will she get to feel good again? What is her lesson? What is she not getting?

  She touches her breasts, stroking them and pushing them up to see her cleavage. She feels tingles going through her body, and thinks she can take her mind off of all of this. Closing her eyes, she imagines herself in a sexy, black negligée, and someone rubbing her body with his hands. She knows she is somewhat attractive, and that her tits are appealing, even though they are only a B cup.

  What I would do right now if I knew someone wanted me. I hate always being the good girl.

  She imagines a man reaching his hands down her cleavage and rubbing over the top of her nipples, making them hard, then stroking her flat stomach and tickling her belly button while she giggles out loud, then twists and turns under his teasing touch. Reaching down to the hemline of the lingerie, he puts his fingers along the inside of her thigh, reaching in to touch her pussy and feel the dampness there.

  Thunck, thunck, thunck.

  “Oh, fudge! It’s the damn landlord again.”

  The knock snaps her out of her fantasy. Her body freezes and she breathes lightly again.

  Darn it. Can’t a girl get a little bit of time to herself? If I were desperate enough, I could ask him if I can work off the rent for sex, she thinks to herself, jokingly.

  I wouldn’t have the guts, and I wouldn’t know what I was doing anyway.

  “Jane! Jane, I know you’re in there! I see you got that piece of paper. I really mean it, Jane. I don’t have a soft spot for young pretty ladies, you know, so don’t think you can get away with not paying me,” the landlord bellows through the door.

  She pulls the covers over her partly naked body, feeling a chill. Dozing off, she wishes her dreams will be better than her reality right now. Life is sucking in a really big way.

  In a matter of minutes, Jane falls into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 2

  The alarm goes off.

  “It’s three already? Where did the time go?”

  Jane gets dressed and packs her bag with ballet shoes, a new pair of tights, a tank top, and her toiletries. She pats powder on her face and puts on a peach tone of lipstick. Pulling her hair up into a pony tail, she takes one last look in the mirror to make sure everything looks put together. Pushing down a few stray hairs, she sighs, satisfied.

  “Ah, perfect!”

  She grabs her coat and keys, then opens the door. Looking both ways to make sure the landlord isn’t out in the hallway waiting for her, she makes a quick dash to the stairwell and runs out the back door whistling for a taxi to take her to the ballet studio.

  She arrives late. All the other ladies have started warming up by stretching their legs on the railing. When Jane walks in, they all turn to look at her with surprise and disgust.

  The teacher looks to her and says smugly, “Well, Miss Jane, it looks like you decided to join us after all. You’ve got five minutes to get changed, otherwise I’ll send you home.”

  The teacher goes back to giving orders to the other dancers for their warm-up.

  Jane feels embarrassed and wishes she could just crawl back out the door. Yet another bad experience. When will it end?

  She changes quickly and joins the rest of the group, taking the end position on the railing.

  An hour later, they take a break, and everyone goes to the changing room to get their water and veggie snacks.

  Valerie, the oldest and most experienced ballerina in the crowd, starts asking all the girls who got laid over the weekend.

  She goads Britney on.

  “Come on, you must have. I saw how George was looking at your ass! Seriously, something must have happened when the two of you left the gig that night.”

  Britney smiles and says, “Wouldn’t you like to know? Let’s just say I’m feeling a bit perkier than usual today.” Then she points at her tits.

  All the other girls laugh in unison, except for Jane, who drops her eyes while eating her carrots. She has no idea what to say, and doesn’t want them to find out she’s a virgin. She doesn’t like how they talk because she doesn’t have any stories to tell them. Valerie notices Jane isn’t laughing.

  “What’s wrong, Jane? Are you just embarras
sed, or maybe you have a secret to tell us about your weekend?”

  Valerie goes up to Jane and puts her arm around her.

  “Come on, Jane, what were you up to on Saturday night?”

  She nudges Jane, trying to get her to spill some kind of beans.

  Jane is trying hard not to reveal to Valerie anything that will show she is completely inexperienced when it comes to sex.

  “Leave me alone, Valerie, I’m not in the mood for this,” she mutters.

  “Whoa, that’s not the Jane we know! Someone’s a Miss Grumpy Pants,” Valerie exclaims. “Come on, Jane. Tell us about your most exciting, sexual adventure. That’ll cheer you up. A wild ride in the car, sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend, or sucking the football star’s cock? Come on, Jane, tell us!”

  “Just stop, Valerie, I don’t want to play this game,” Jane says, wishing she could come up with a witty line to divert the attention away from herself.

  “Oh, you’re so silly, Jane. Next thing you’re gonna do is tell us you’re a virgin or something,” Valerie chides.

  Jane is horrified. She goes totally pale and is stunned, not knowing what to say.

  “Why would you say that?” Jane asks nervously.

  Valerie looks at Jane and widens her eyes.

  “Oh my God! It’s true! Jane is a virgin! Hey, everyone, Jane is a virgin!”

  All the others laugh in disbelief.

  “Oh, sweetheart, we are going to fix you right up! You are the prize possession of all male fantasy! How the hell have you gotten away with not getting fucked with that tight ass of yours?”

  Valerie slaps Jane’s butt.

  Jane despises Valerie’s crassness and wonders how she was able to get into ballet school with the way she talks. She is so harsh and humiliating, always needing to be the center of attention.

  Jane blushes but also flushes with anger.

  Why won’t she just leave me alone?

  Jane bites her bottom lip. She gets up and walks over to the bathroom, tears welling up in her eyes. She goes into one of the stalls and bursts into tears.