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Uploaded: 2026-05-30T18:15:10.140708+00:00
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Grace's Slalom of Jealous Fires
Her lavender hair whipped like a flag of defiance as Grace carved down the slalom course, every turn a slash against the man who'd claimed her heart—or so he thought. I watched from the sidelines, Jax's smug face burning in my periphery, jealousy coiling tight in my gut. When she crossed the finish, cheeks flushed and eyes alight, I knew the rift between them was my opening. In the gear shed's dim heat, I'd make her forget his name. The…
Grace's Mentor's Forbidden Frame
Her fingers trembled on the camera as she circled me, lavender waves brushing her cheeks. In my gritty loft, surrounded by scattered prints, Grace Mitchell—sweet, innocent Grace—adjusted her lens on my nude form. But it was the hunger in her blue eyes that told me this portrait session would strip us both bare, mentor and muse entangled in forbidden light. The door to my loft creaked open just as the late afternoon sun slanted through the grimy windows, casting long…
Grace's Trembling First Buzz
The door chimed, and there she was—Grace, with lavender waves framing her fair face, blue eyes sparkling under the neon glow of Eternal Needle. Petite and sweet, she fidgeted with her skirt, that innocent smile hiding a storm of excitement. I knew from the moment our gazes locked that her trembling first buzz would be just the beginning of something electric, something that would mark us both forever. Portland's rain slicked the streets outside Eternal Needle as Grace Mitchell pushed…
Grace Yields in the Hayloft Heat
The air in the hayloft hung heavy with the scent of sun-warmed straw, but it was Grace Mitchell who stole my breath. Her lavender waves framed those wide blue eyes, innocent yet flickering with a curiosity that mirrored the forbidden words she'd been reading. As she leaned against a bale, sundress clinging to her petite frame, I felt the pull—irresistible, inevitable. Little did she know, the journal's heat was about to become our reality. I'd been tossing bales up into…
Grace Hires the Rough-Handed Stranger
The moment Grace Mitchell stepped into the rundown tool shed, something shifted in the air. Her lavender waves framed those wide blue eyes, innocent yet curious, as she sized me up—Jack Harlan, rough around every edge. She needed a foreman to save her family's crumbling farm, and I needed the work. But as her gaze traced my callused hands, I felt the pull of something deeper, a tension coiling like a spring. Little did I know, her sweetness hid a…

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