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Balancing Act - Part 13

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Balancing Act - Part 12

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One of the Girls

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Marriage Troubles

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Caught in the Scuffle - Part 3

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For Your Own Good - Part 2

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For Your Own Good - Part 1

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No One's Watching - Part 5

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No One's Watching - Part 4

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No One's Watching - Part 3

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For the Camera - Part 5

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Balancing Act - Part 11

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You Can Touch Me

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Forced Possession

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He Will Forget

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"Do you think I care how old you were before the shift? I will make you forget you were ever a 14-year-old boy. Welcome to the adult world, kid." He had said it just like that, his eyes glinting with predatory confidence, not perversely but with the composed arrogance of someone who expected reality to yield to his will. The body that was now "hers"—though the word still chafed—was pressed against the kitchen counter, the grain of the laminate biting hard into her palms as he leaned in from behind. One hand curled possessively around her hip, fingers digging crescents, while the other traced her jaw, pushing back the fluttering hair at her neck. His scent—coffee, sweat, and some kind of aftershave that reminded her of expensive hotel lobbies—flooded her nose, and with it a heat that shocked its way down her belly. He was hard, and he made no attempt to hide it. The press of him against her—through jeans, then her thin yoga pants—was as insistent as the press of his ...

For Your Own Good - Part 1

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For Your Own Good - Part 2

Upstairs, the second-floor landing was warped and dimpled underfoot, with familiar dips that Jason’s own body had learned to navigate years before. Now, Christina’s borrowed hips threatened to throw him off-balance. He clutched the banister and tried not to think about the fact that he could see the edge of his own bra poking through her shirt. At the top of the stairs, he hesitated in the hallway, scanning the closed doors: bedroom, office, closet, bathroom. Bathroom. He needed the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar—Jason’s door, really, except now it felt like he was trespassing in Christina’s body into a space never meant for her. The thought was complicated and confusing, so he ignored it and slipped inside. The bathroom was steamy from Dad’s earlier shower, the mirror a wolf-grey blur of condensation. Jason flicked on the fan and watched it stir sluggishly in the ceiling. Water pooled around the sink, toothpaste crusted at the corners—more his own handiwork than anyone else’s. H...

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