No fucking. Not feelings. No exception.

Andrew Harding is the exception.

She built a world where no man could own her.

Then he walked in.

Andrew Harding is a bartender by night, bellhop by day, and a heartbreaker by accident.
But after hours, he's whoever you want him to be—slow hands, sad eyes, filthy Jersey drawl. He gives girls their fantasy for one night only. Then the show's over. No follow-ups. No attachments. No return favors needed.

But Allison Taylor? She's his fantasy.
Ghost of the music industry in her NYC penthouse.
Rich. Rude. Untouchable.
You want her? You sign the contract.

Her rules?
No kissing.
No sleeping over.
No penetration.
No feelings.
4.5-inch dick cap (she's deadass)
Oh, and only her orgasms matter.

Guess which rules Andrew breaks?
Every fuckin' one.

She built a world where no man could own her.

Then he walked in.

Andrew Harding is a bartender by night, bellhop by day, and a heartbreaker by accident.
But after hours, he's whoever you want him to be—slow hands, sad eyes, filthy Jersey drawl. He gives girls their fantasy for one night only. Then the show's over. No follow-ups. No attachments. No return favors needed.

But Allison Taylor? She's his fantasy.
Ghost of the music industry in her NYC penthouse.
Rich. Rude. Untouchable.
You want her? You sign the contract.

Her rules?
No kissing.
No sleeping over.
No penetration.
No feelings.
4.5-inch dick cap (she's deadass)
Oh, and only her orgasms matter.

Guess which rules Andrew breaks?
Every fuckin' one.

She built a world where no man could own her.

Then he walked in.

Andrew Harding is a bartender by night, bellhop by day, and a heartbreaker by accident.
But after hours, he's whoever you want him to be—slow hands, sad eyes, filthy Jersey drawl. He gives girls their fantasy for one night only. Then the show's over. No follow-ups. No attachments. No return favors needed.

But Allison Taylor? She's his fantasy.
Ghost of the music industry in her NYC penthouse.
Rich. Rude. Untouchable.
You want her? You sign the contract.

Her rules?
No kissing.
No sleeping over.
No penetration.
No feelings.
4.5-inch dick cap (she's deadass)
Oh, and only her orgasms matter.

Guess which rules Andrew breaks?
Every fuckin' one.

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