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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  Dr. Ohhh

  Ana Sparks

  Layla Valentine

  Contents

  Ana Sparks & Layla Valentine

  Dr. Ohhh

  Want More?

  1. Jessica

  2. Asher

  3. Jessica

  4. Jessica

  5. Jessica

  6. Asher

  7. Asher

  8. Asher

  9. Jessica

  10. Jessica

  11. Jessica

  12. Asher

  13. Jessica

  14. Jessica

  15. Asher

  16. Jessica

  Epilogue

  Layla Valentine

  Lucky Baby

  Introduction

  Want More?

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Ana Sparks & Layla Valentine

  V-Card For Sale

  Introduction

  Want More?

  Prologue: June 22, 2007

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Layla Valentine

  The Boss’s New Plaything

  Introduction

  Want More?

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Epilogue

  Layla Valentine

  Take Me

  Introduction

  Want More?

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Epilogue

  Layla Valentine

  STEAL ME

  Introduction

  Want More?

  1. Owen

  2. Emily

  3. Emily

  4. Owen

  5. Emily

  6. Owen

  7. Owen

  8. Owen

  9. Emily

  10. Emily
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  11. Emily

  12. Owen

  13. Emily

  14. Owen

  15. Emily

  16. Owen

  17. Emily

  18. Emily

  19. Emily

  20. Owen

  21. Owen

  22. Emily

  23. Emily

  24. Emily

  Epilogue

  Layla Valentine

  Do Me Doctor

  Introduction

  Want More?

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  Dr. Ohhh

  Ana Sparks & Layla Valentine

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  Chapter 1

  Jessica

  I heard giggles and smiled, relaxing further into the porch swing. It was the first time in what felt like ages that I’d heard women gossiping and I hadn’t had to go over and talk to them about cosmetics.

  Being the vice president of a small beauty products company meant I was often the one who had to do all the face-to-face work to earn new clients. Not that I disliked my job—far from it—but sometimes it could be draining. It felt like a rare treat to be around people because I enjoyed their company and not because I was trying to get them to invest in BeYoutyful Cosmetics.

  No, today I was hearing giggles because the bride and all of my fellow bridesmaids were slightly tipsy after several bottles of wine. A weekend retreat to a cabin on Lake Erie hadn’t sounded like the most exciting of bachelorette parties, but it was what Mary had wanted. So, I had booked the trip for us, as my maid of honor duty.

  It had been a bit of a drive, and the girls who didn’t live in Pennsylvania had had to fly in, but it had all been worth it for the relaxed, happy look on Mary’s face as we went hiking, swam in the lake, and relaxed in the sun. I had done my best to support my friend, but I knew how this whole wedding business had been taking a toll on Mary.

  Personally, if I got married—when, I forcibly reminded myself—I was going to make it a much smaller, less stressful affair.

  The laughter and the women, eight of them including Mary, spilled out onto the porch of the cabin. She’d insisted on an even number of bridesmaids—something about symmetry—and though I was indifferent about the numbers, I was glad of a slightly larger group. It meant that there were times that I could slip away and snatch a moment alone to breathe.

  Now, however, it seemed that the party had come to me.

  “Never have I ever, Jessica!” Mary said, her cheeks flushed.

  She flopped down almost on top of me, so I playfully shoved her to the side.

  “Really?”

  I looked around at all the other bridesmaids, none of whom looked like they were joking despite all being bright-eyed and pink-cheeked from alcohol.

  “Are we in high school?”

  “Pshh, it’ll be fun,” Lanie slurred.

  Lanie had always been a lightweight. She pushed her dark hair out of her face and pointed at me.

  “Your eyes are like the lake.” She paused. “Because they’re blue.”

  I laughed. “You, darling, are drunk.”

  “Just tipsy,” Lanie said happily, falling and landing with her head conveniently on the lap of Jane, Mary’s roommate from college.

  Jane looked torn between shoving Lanie off and petting her like a cat.

  “You’d know all about high school,” Amanita declared. She was the only other bridesmaid, besides me, that had known Mary since we were kids. We’d all gone to high school together. The others—Lanie, Jane, Tessa, Jacki and Elian—were all women that Mary had worked with or met in college.

  Mary was the kind of girl who made friends easily, unlike me. I’m usually the girl at the party who’s just sitting there, nursing a beer and watching everyone. I like to observe. It’s helped me in my job a lot, actually, because thanks to all that observing, I’m good at knowing how people behave, what they want, and how to talk to them.

  Jane had settled for petting Lanie, running her fingers gently over her hair. Lanie was another college friend of ours. Mary and I had ended up both going to NYU, determined to soak up the bright lights of the city. Lanie had been my roommate, and Jane had been Mary’s.

  We would traipse around the city until the wee hours, going to see shows, checking out bands, and finding new hole-in-the-wall places to eat. It had been tons of fun, and honestly, most of my best memories are from those four years, even if Mary and I did end up coming right back to our home town of Pittsburgh when all was said and done.

  And though Mary, Lanie and Jane had often ended up bringing people home, or going to someone else’s place, while I’d always found myself going home by myself…it didn’t matter.

  Really, it didn’t.

  Tessa, Jacki, and Elian, were all Mary’s coworkers. I didn’t know them quite as well, but they all seemed like great girls. So far, we had all been having fun, and they’d been on top of helping me out in my maid of honor duties.

  Now, though, I was starting to regret stocking up so much alcohol, if it made them want to play games like Never Have I Ever.

  “I’ll start!” Elian declared.

  We’d started out with cocktails at one of the local bars after swimming in the lake all day, and then had moved onto the wine when we’d gotten back to the cabin, with the exception of Elian, who had gone straight for the vodka and was now a half a bottle in.

  “Never have I ever…had a threesome.”

  Jacki and Jane drank. I wasn’t surprised about Jane; she’d always been the adventurous one in college.

  “My turn,” Tessa chirped. “Never have I ever been with a woman.”

  “Well, that’s obvious now,” Jacki muttered, drinking along with Jane and Lanie.

  “Hey, now, it could have been a threesome with two guys! I don’t know,” Tessa protested.

  “Two women,” Jane corrected.

  “We’re just full of sexual deviants here,” Elian declared, brandishing her bottle.

  I took it from her and set it aside so that she wouldn’t spill all over herself.

  “I’m cutting you off,” I said sternly.

  “Okay, Mom,” Elian giggled.

  “What about…” Mary paused. “Never have I ever owned a vibrator.”

  “What?” Lanie asked as a few others and I drank.

  I’d owned one, but I’d never been able to get it to, well…work properly, I guess. I’d put the batteries in, read the instructions, all of that, but it just hadn’t done the trick. It felt nice, I guess, but I’d never experienced anything that warranted every girl I knew going on about how vibrators were their best friends.

  But then again, maybe I just hadn’t been doing it right?

  “How have you never owned a vibrator?” Lanie asked, still stuck on the subject.

  “My hand works perfectly well, thank you,” Mary replied, and I almost cho
ked on my drink.

  Mary was never the type of person to be shy about these things.

  “Okay, okay, okay,” said Jane, holding her hand up like a referee. “Never have I ever sucked a dick.”

  “That’s just not fair,” Mary protested as everyone drank, including me. “You’re the only lesbian here!”

  “You don’t know; I hear some women just don’t like it,” Jane protested.

  “I admit I didn’t like it at first,” Amanita confessed, “But I grew to like it over time.”

  “I like it,” I admitted.

  I’ve always liked it. I remember worrying that it made me seem slutty, at first, but honestly, I really enjoy getting to make my partner come apart. Uh, no pun intended there. I like the idea of taking care of my partner and making them feel good. And if the guy was all woozy from orgasm, he wouldn’t really notice if I was lying when I said I came too.

  Not that I liked lying. It’s just…the truth is complicated, and it was just so much easier to lie and say that I orgasmed. Because here’s the thing: I had never had an orgasm. I kind of feel like I’m in an AA meeting, talking about this.

  “Hi, my name is Jessica Banks (hi, Jessica) and I have never had an orgasm.”

  You know? But it’s not like not having an orgasm had stopped me from enjoying sex. Sex is great! Okay, so some of my partners had been a little boring and unimaginative in that department, but what are you gonna do?

  I didn’t mind it—or I wouldn’t have minded it—if other people hadn’t made it such a big deal. Like my previous partners. I hadn’t had a boyfriend for very long, or many boyfriends at all. They’d always said it was this or that, but I’d known it was because I’d never orgasmed with them, and they’d felt like they’d failed in being a man because of it. And that wasn’t their fault!

  I think maybe I was missing something, mentally. Or maybe even physically. I don’t know. I’d never had the courage to ask a doctor about it. My last relationship was…oh, God. Three years ago.

  I think it was my little pity party that knocked me off balance, mentally, because when Mary nudged me and said, “Your turn, Jess!” I didn’t even think about it for a second.

  I just blurted out, “Never have I ever had an orgasm.”

  The entire group fell silent. Jane had her hand tangled in Lanie’s hair, Tessa had her glass at her lips and it just froze there, and Amanita was gaping at me. I didn’t know that was a thing that people actually did outside of movies.

  “Wait, are you serious?” Jacki asked.

  “Jessica?”