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Arianna finally stopped holding back when she felt Pierce’s tongue replace his finger. She screamed her release. It was so good that she was slapping the bar top with one hand, wanting to cry uncle and for him to keep going at the same time. She ground against Pierce’s face, trying to ride out the rest of her orgasm. She silently fell back on the counter and released him. She was speechless. Not only from the soreness she felt in her throat from the yelling but also from the mind-blowing orgasm that she just had.
Pierce stood up, wrapped a hand around Arianna’s neck, and pulled her up. His tongue found hers, and the next thing they knew, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was jogging upstairs for round two.
Welcome to Elite San Antonio, the most premier country club in the world, which caters to the wealthiest clients and their every whim. Arianna Carter (18) completed high school and is now working as a receptionist at the exclusive country club due to her parents’ unfortunate gambling issues. They gambled away her college tuition, forcing her to take a gap year or two to save for college. Arianna is fed up with all the married men hitting on her and propositioning her for an entanglement. She even heard there was a running bet to see who could get her in bed first! Arianna considered swearing off men until she gives a tour to handsome and recently divorced Pierce White. The 32-year age gap should’ve turned her off. Still, Arianna figured with age came experience, and Pierce White might be worthy enough to give her virginity to. Arianna isn't the only one feeling the instant attraction. Once Pierce lays eyes on the young receptionist behind the front desk, his first thought is to bend her over it and have his way with her.
Sparks instantly fly between the two, resulting in a steamy, scandalous age-gap romance that rocks the country club. Will Arianna and Pierce make it in the long run, or will his hang-ups about their age gap, future, and his conniving ex-wife end their relationship?

Solane, the assassin, has always been precise in fulfilling her master’s commands. But this time, fate dealt her a cruel hand: She failed in her mission and was also raped by the very man she was sent to eliminate. To her surprise, he becomes fixated on her. Yet, her master, has secretly fallen deeply in love with her. Will these three find a path to an unexpected resolution, or will their destinies forever remain bound?
The heels of my Mary Jane pumps clicked loudly against the ground, despite the tell-tale signs of debauchery surrounding me. The red neon sign of the brothel at the end of the alley buzzed angrily, and the sounds of rats scurrying off to find their next big score was anything but cathartic. I wrinkled my nose in disgust when I heard a man grunting in the alley behind the dumpster as he pumped into some hooker.
I froze when my heel landed on something squishy. I glanced down and picked up my foot, cursing at the sight of the used condom.
“Dammit!” I hissed, scraping my shoe on the ground, trying to wipe it off.
I’m throwing these shoes away as soon as possible. Nick will be mad when he has to replace them, but all I have to do is smile sweetly and bat my lashes and he’ll give me whatever I want.
I approached my intended destination—Paradise. It was nothing of the sort. It was just a hole in the wall brothel that fed the desires of drunken men who wanted to slum it up with loose pussy and cheap booze before returning to their doting wife and children after a long day of work.
Fucking degenerates…all of them.
I snorted when the “s” in Paradise finally flickered out, spelling Para-d-i-e.
Someone is dying tonight—that, I guarantee.