Romance: Young Adult Romance: The Perfect Game (A Highschool Football Romance) (Bad Boy Nerd New Adult Romance) by Stella White
Authors: Stella White
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thrusting in time to his penis. Soon she felt his shaft twitching, and she knew he couldn't last much longer. Now she didn't care whether he was her boss or not. He was her lover, and his arousal was her's.
''Come inside me,'' she said. ''I want your sperm deep in me.'' Ryan cried out, pushed her arms into the bed and came , remaining still until every drop left him.
*****
It was as most days in LA, beautiful. Only it was much warmer than usual. Alina was dreading the day in front of her. She and Ryan had been lovers for months, but she was beginning to have doubts about where it was all leading. Reluctantly she'd decided that Ryan wasn't the man for her. He wasn't husband material and never would be. Ryan was married to his business, and as long as he had a beautiful woman to bang he would be happy.
''Ryan can I talk to you?'' she said as soon as he arrived.
''Sure. For you, anything.'' He was in a great mood, and that made her task all the more difficult.
''Ryan I've decided I want to end our relationship.''
''Nice one. Now, what do you really want to talk about?''
''Ryan. Listen to me. I don't want it anymore. It's not right. You're my boss. I know I 've let it go on for too long, but I hope you understand. It's not right .''
''Why do you want to stop?''
''I've told you. You're the boss and always will be. We will never have a relationship on an even footing. I have learned so much here, about business and about....... sex.''
''He smiled. Which have you learned more about?''
''Sex,'' she admitted.
''Okay. If you stay, you know I'll always want you.''
''That's just the problem. You're the boss, and I'll always feel like I have to give myself to you.''
''What about Paris?'' he asked.
''What?''
''Pierre, the developer we met, he told me he's looking for an international PA. It'd be great for you. A chance in a million.''
''Ryan,'' she exclaimed. ''That would be....fab.''
''Then I'll call him.''
*****
Alina lived and worked in Paris for the rest of her life. Every time she passed the Four Seasons George V Hotel, she remembered the night she'd first made love to Ryan. She saw it as the moment her great adventure began. If she'd hadn't made love to him, she wouldn't be in Paris and she would never have met her wonderful husband Jacques, or had her children Emma and Charlotte.
*****
THE END
MOTORCYCLE CLUB Romance - Bad Boy Biker’s Bride
Five years is a long time. It would have been longer if my mother hadn’t up and got sick. She was an old bat, crazy as they come, and to me, she always seemed invincible when I was younger. I guess I was wrong.
I hated her while I was growing up. We never saw eye to eye. She was devout and resolute in her beliefs. I was always the carefree spirit, ready to hit the road when the whim took me. She probably hated that about me, kept wanting me to settle down and start a family. She should have known that just wasn’t who I was.
When the taxi dropped me off in front of the old house, I wanted nothing more than to set the place on fire and leave, almost did when I was younger. Too many memories were made in this house, and most of them I wished I could forget.
The house looked as it always had, run down but taken care of . The paint was faded and cracking, and the windows were so grimy they couldn’t be seen through . The small white picket fence was still there, almost entirely knocked over now.
I wondered what my dad would think of it after all these years. I always thought of his grizzled face staring down at me from whatever cloud he was sitting on; judging as he always had. I’d still received messages from him the entire time I was away, but they stopped after he caught a bullet. I guess if you live as loud as he did, you’d end up in a grave sooner rather than later.
“Hey momma,” I shouted from the front door.
“Tara, is that you?” she replied from the den.
I clomped around the house in my old motorcycle
''Come inside me,'' she said. ''I want your sperm deep in me.'' Ryan cried out, pushed her arms into the bed and came , remaining still until every drop left him.
*****
It was as most days in LA, beautiful. Only it was much warmer than usual. Alina was dreading the day in front of her. She and Ryan had been lovers for months, but she was beginning to have doubts about where it was all leading. Reluctantly she'd decided that Ryan wasn't the man for her. He wasn't husband material and never would be. Ryan was married to his business, and as long as he had a beautiful woman to bang he would be happy.
''Ryan can I talk to you?'' she said as soon as he arrived.
''Sure. For you, anything.'' He was in a great mood, and that made her task all the more difficult.
''Ryan I've decided I want to end our relationship.''
''Nice one. Now, what do you really want to talk about?''
''Ryan. Listen to me. I don't want it anymore. It's not right. You're my boss. I know I 've let it go on for too long, but I hope you understand. It's not right .''
''Why do you want to stop?''
''I've told you. You're the boss and always will be. We will never have a relationship on an even footing. I have learned so much here, about business and about....... sex.''
''He smiled. Which have you learned more about?''
''Sex,'' she admitted.
''Okay. If you stay, you know I'll always want you.''
''That's just the problem. You're the boss, and I'll always feel like I have to give myself to you.''
''What about Paris?'' he asked.
''What?''
''Pierre, the developer we met, he told me he's looking for an international PA. It'd be great for you. A chance in a million.''
''Ryan,'' she exclaimed. ''That would be....fab.''
''Then I'll call him.''
*****
Alina lived and worked in Paris for the rest of her life. Every time she passed the Four Seasons George V Hotel, she remembered the night she'd first made love to Ryan. She saw it as the moment her great adventure began. If she'd hadn't made love to him, she wouldn't be in Paris and she would never have met her wonderful husband Jacques, or had her children Emma and Charlotte.
*****
THE END
MOTORCYCLE CLUB Romance - Bad Boy Biker’s Bride
Five years is a long time. It would have been longer if my mother hadn’t up and got sick. She was an old bat, crazy as they come, and to me, she always seemed invincible when I was younger. I guess I was wrong.
I hated her while I was growing up. We never saw eye to eye. She was devout and resolute in her beliefs. I was always the carefree spirit, ready to hit the road when the whim took me. She probably hated that about me, kept wanting me to settle down and start a family. She should have known that just wasn’t who I was.
When the taxi dropped me off in front of the old house, I wanted nothing more than to set the place on fire and leave, almost did when I was younger. Too many memories were made in this house, and most of them I wished I could forget.
The house looked as it always had, run down but taken care of . The paint was faded and cracking, and the windows were so grimy they couldn’t be seen through . The small white picket fence was still there, almost entirely knocked over now.
I wondered what my dad would think of it after all these years. I always thought of his grizzled face staring down at me from whatever cloud he was sitting on; judging as he always had. I’d still received messages from him the entire time I was away, but they stopped after he caught a bullet. I guess if you live as loud as he did, you’d end up in a grave sooner rather than later.
“Hey momma,” I shouted from the front door.
“Tara, is that you?” she replied from the den.
I clomped around the house in my old motorcycle
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