"Foreplay is not even sex, people," Janine shot, still grumbling. "I had foreplay in such insane places that you would be astonished, and that's why I didn't take it to my heart. It's just a more indecent kiss.”"Bing is also sex," said Jackie, blushing."Oh, but what about that time your parachuting instructor sucked you in the middle of a session? "Julie asked her twin. Both laughed, as Janine emitted a cry of excitement, confirming the crazy story. "And that time that the diver instead of measuring the depth of the sea, measured the depth of his puss...”"People, who would go down," said our mother, laughing at the glass of wine. "I'm loving it. Keep going.”" Amateurs, I've already had sex on a goiabeira foot," said Joana.My sisters laughed hard, and the wine should already be having an effect on all of us, because even I was imagining the scene perfectly, even with few details. Fortunately, the subject about Hazz's wonderful preliminary was being easily forgotten, so they didn't

"J-Jessy Jones" sighed Ricardo, in tone of anything but a greeting. Jessy watched him from head to toe, and opened a viperine smile. The man gasped. "Jessy, I'm your fan. You are amazing!”"Are you supposed to be my photographer a few weeks ago? "She asked. Ricardo had lost his ability to speak, he just nodded firmly. She smiled once again, bright white teeth emerging between her sensual lips and painted with dark lipstick. "Thank you so much for missing work. If it weren't for you, I would never meet Hazz.”Ricardo was stunned. In part, because everyone believed in the story of the serious accident, until they didn't see him wearing a typia or any bandage. And in another because he was astonished that some woman in the world would call me by name and with such intimacy that even the hair on the back of my neck shivered.Jessy ignored him and turned to me. For a moment, I debated whether she expected a formal greeting, a handshake or a nod. Then, as she stared at me from head to toe,

My body had already surrendered, even before a real act. Even before something beyond that preliminary one. And he knew that. The bastard knew I was more than involved and screwed in all that shit. The fact that we don't even have a concrete relationship, that my body feels so well and comfortable, that it can easily involve me in something silly and simple like a kiss, should mean something. It had to be something beyond what I thought.Hazz's hands went down my arms, stopping on my hips, and he walked away first to interrupt the kiss. My head was already spinning. The whole world had already lost all meaning, but he watched me, calmly and carefully."I agree with any kind of sex you want to have," he said quietly, raising his hands through my dress, lifting it until my thighs were fully exposed. "Eeven if I run the risk of being fired because of the noise."I promise not to make noise," I assured with a little smile. "As long as you don't do it either.”"Is it a competition? "He jok

Jessy wasn't kidding when she said she didn't need any luggage. Not least because, as soon as I got home, my doorbell rang, and her security guards came in without asking for permission. They informed me that I should follow them, and I just had time to pick up my documents, take a shower, and warn Emília about the trip. She was listening to music when I entered the room, so it took a while to understand what I was saying, but when I explained it better, she just nodded and remained quiet. I left the apartment, without even giving her a hug, but I knocked on Henrique's door and hugged him, saying that I would be on a very long trip and that I didn't even know where it would be. The twelve-year-old hugged me, wished me good luck, and seemed ecstatic at the idea that I would be engaging in something more serious with Jessy Jones.The only person who seemed totally unhappy about that was Emilia. And while I was in the car and surrounded by Jessy's security guards, I called Edgar, telling

When we entered my private cabin, Hazz entered first, still leaning against the walls and desperate for some solid support. The plane wasn't swinging, but I understood his fear. Falls were not so frequent, especially in private jets, I was always making sure that my crew was well rested and happy to perform my flights. It was a routine for me, a custom, so I wasn't stupid enough to find it funny in his affliction.However, when I closed the door and stared at him sitting on my bed, I was apprehensive. I could very well deal with quick and easy sex in a bathroom, somewhere tight, or in a hurry in a shared house, but... I don't know. Seeing him in my bed, knowing that I frequented that jet with more familiarity than my own house, was a different kind of intimacy. I knew I would smell him there on every trip, at every moment away from home. Even if the bed linen was changed, even if a long time passed until I took another trip. Hazz would remain. We would create a memory. And memories do