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BETWEEN: Richard Sullivan II (the car owner) AND Yaya Williams (the car assailant)
BACKGROUND:
A. The car owner and car assailant entered into an employment agreement for girlfriend services that was later terminated by the car owner.
B. This agreement does not replace the employment agreement that was already terminated. It stands on its own.
IN CONSIDERATION OF and as a condition of the parties entering into this Agreement, the receipt of compensation is as follows:
1. The car owner will receive the car assailant’s unwavering love and respect.
2. The car owner will receive the car assailant’s heartfelt loyalty. Should any other car owner appear that has a better car in any way, the original car owner will take precedence.
3. The car owner will be paid in at least three kisses per day in perpetuity, the terms of which can be negotiated in extreme circumstances or where context requires otherwise.
4. On the termination or expiry of this Agreement, the surviving party will be entitled to funeral costs as the ending of this Agreement means one or both parties have passed.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, the parties have duly affixed their signatures under lips and seal on this day.
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sign and sip
YAYA
Dare’s lips move against mine like I’m his poison and his antidote. Like he was on the verge of dying without oxygen and I’m his last tank of air.
My insides melt at his touch, everything turning to mush.
He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, demanding everything. And I hold nothing back, annihilating every inhibition and throwing caution to the wind.
I feel his chest rumble in approval, and he sweeps his hands over me, his insistent fingers dipping under my jumper and tugging my shirt out of my comfy, traveling yoga pants. I flatten my palms against his back, pulling him closer as he roughly places his hands under my blouse. Goosebumps chase every inch of skin his fingers explore.
I suck in a shocked breath when that exploration goes a little further than expected. He smiles at my response, nipping at my bottom lip and tasting my surprise with his tongue.
His nose brushes mine, giving me time to recover and then he proceeds to drape my throat in maddeningly soft kisses. I arch my back and tilt my chin up, allowing full access.
Dare is the only man to make meneedhim.Wanthim. In every way. And it’s not a polite kind of desire, the kind that takes a seat and waits its turn. No, it’s a need so violent, so urgent that it feels like I’ll burst into a million tiny particles if I don’t get a taste.
Our physical chemistry is undeniable, but it’s more than just carnal desire.
I feel so safe with him, so seen, so prioritized.
I’m right where I want to be.
With the man I want to be with.
And I’m going to show him that he’s not the only one who can be daring.
I grab the hair at the nape of Dare’s neck, pulling myself forward. Forward. Forward.
Into him.
The friction of his clothes, the hardness of his body, his hand falling a little too low on my back—it’s all perfect. And not enough.
His embrace becomes incessant, primitive. He sweeps his tongue into my mouth and stakes his claim, takes immediate ownership. I twist my fingers into his collar, pulling him even closer, inviting him to pillage me for everything I’m worth.
HolyChanel.