Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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LAURA - PARIS - THE PAST / DREAM

practiced flourish.

The cab pulled up in front of Le Meurice, and I blinked up at the extravagant façade, my stomach twisting. The gold accents shimmered beneath the Parisian streetlights, and the doorman in his pristine uniform barely spared us a glance before pulling the door open with a I turned to Josh, arching a brow. "Really?"

He shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Football pays well- what can I say?"

I rolled my eyes but followed him inside, pretending not to be impressed by the opulence of the lobby, the way the marble floors gleamed under the chandeliers. It wasn't like I hadn't seen places like this before-I had. But still, Josh had a way of making everything feel... different.

The elevator ride was silent, the tension between us thick, and when the doors opened directly into the penthouse, my breath caught. The space was massive, sleek and modern with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the glowing Paris skyline. The kind of place that most people only ever saw in movies.

But I didn't give myself time to be awed.

Instead, I stepped forward, sliding my shoes off the second I crossed the threshold. The plush carpet was warm and impossibly soft beneath my feet, and I sighed, curling my toes 0.00%

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against it.

me, Josh

I

back at him and shrugged. "I like the feeling of the carpet

his expression shifted. The air between us grew heavier, the warmth

you, Laura,"

of heat shot through

buzzing slightly from

to ignore the way my body

had

you," I said softly, "are you going

his body radiating heat, his scent-clean,

where we forget about everything... where we wake up with no

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jaw ticked, his eyes flickering between mine,

And then-

He reached for me.

had time to inhale before his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding, his hands coming up to cradle my face, holding me there like he was afraid I'd disappear.

an invitation, his hands sliding down my arms, my waist, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. The feel of him-solid, hot,

had always been like this between

Fire. Chaos.

hunger that neither of us