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What betas are saying…
Maddie
Up the Ladder is one of those books that makes you think that you have every part of the story figured out, but then you get whiplash for trying to keep up. The characters are well developed, and I love how Gen and Jake are very mature in understanding their feelings. They’ve become one of my favourite couples and I feel like they are real and near us. Also, I learned some new stuff with this book 👀
Milla
If you up for some steamy scenes be prepared! But this story is so much more than that! Is about discovering your true self and accepting who you are. The power when you have someone who really supports and accept you can do to your life.
Judy
Up the Ladder tells the story Gen, beautiful, super smart and hardworking whose life is stifled by the early trauma of accidentally death of her twin. She blamed herself and was also blamed by parents. Gen is dumped by a long time boyfriend who accuses her of being sexual inadequate. In her effort to find her sexuality she meets Jake. Jake challenges and understanding allow to find and accept value in herself, thus open the door for passion and love
Manasi
Up the Ladder is a cute story with a steamy twist. Whenever I feel down I go back and reread my fav chapters and it always picks me up. Jake is one of my absolute favs and I love that he and Gen brought out the best in each other.
What betas are saying…
Maddie
Up the Ladder is one of those books that makes you think that you have every part of the story figured out, but then you get whiplash for trying to keep up. The characters are well developed, and I love how Gen and Jake are very mature in understanding their feelings. They’ve become one of my favourite couples and I feel like they are real and near us. Also, I learned some new stuff with this book 👀
Milla
If you up for some steamy scenes be prepared! But this story is so much more than that! Is about discovering your true self and accepting who you are. The power when you have someone who really supports and accept you can do to your life.
Judy
Up the Ladder tells the story Gen, beautiful, super smart and hardworking whose life is stifled by the early trauma of accidentally death of her twin. She blamed herself and was also blamed by parents. Gen is dumped by a long time boyfriend who accuses her of being sexual inadequate. In her effort to find her sexuality she meets Jake. Jake challenges and understanding allow to find and accept value in herself, thus open the door for passion and love
Manasi
Up the Ladder is a cute story with a steamy twist. Whenever I feel down I go back and reread my fav chapters and it always picks me up. Jake is one of my absolute favs and I love that he and Gen brought out the best in each other.
A few quotes
Naughty Liar
His head tilts slightly to the side, a devilish half grin pulling the corner of his lips. “Cat’s got your tongue, love?”
Again, my vocal cords are unable to produce a sound. Not when my attention is on the tattoos that I can now see clearly on his stretched neck. Feathers. The incandescent tips of feathers are what’s creeping out of his collar. This was a mistake, and I must end it before it derails any further.
“You must have me confused with someone else, sir,” I boldly lie, my voice slightly trembling.
His assurance doesn’t even waver at my statement, his eyes still determinedly staring at the details of my face. “Are you sure about that, love? I’d recognize that shade of red anywhere.”
Everything inside me flutters when he sends a hand between us to catch a strand of my hair between his thumb and index.
“Again, sir, I’m not—I’m not Emily.”
“Let’s make sure, yeah?”
The instant he pulls his phone out of his back pocket, I realize my mistake. I don’t even need to look at his screen to know what his thumb is doing on it. When my phone rings and vibrates on the bar, I close my eyes to recompose myself and avoid his cocky smirk.
Alright, I was caught in a lie, but I can still wriggle out of this mess.
“You’re a naughty liar, Emily,” he says with nothing but amusement.
My eyes whip open. “And you’re late.”
Three and four, then | 18+
“Do they bring you pleasure?” I ask, teasing the metallic balls I can feel under the latex.
“The apadravya, yes. Some.”
“And the others?”
“The others aren’t for me, red.”
My walls pulse at the thought. I shouldn’t be so ready to have him, not with the way I just orgasmed. But I lost touch with reality long ago, which is probably why I use my hold on him to align his head with my awaiting opening.
“Should we count them together?” he suggests, his hand replacing mine. My throat swells with a stuck breath when he teases my folds, dragging his round head up and down me, the ends of the largest piercing adding to the sensation. Then, before I can beg him to get on with it, he presses onto my slit.
A full inch sinks into me, and while he’s thicker than anything I’ve ever welcomed, I’m too wet and aroused to find it uncomfortable. The first bar of steel—the largest one—enters, and I can already understand its appeal.
“One,” he grunts, pausing. Displaying an unsuspected amount of restraint, he pushes barely more, but enough to pass another piercing. “Two.”
My hips jolt forward, compelled by an unstoppable spasm, and more of him disappears into me.
“Fuck,” he swears, as surprised as I am. “Well, three and four, then.”
He leans on a single elbow so his hand can still me. Seconds stretch, and I’m going half-mad by the time two more piercings enter me. There’s one left, but I’m not sure it’ll fit. I feel fuller than I ever have, my walls distended to their limits by his thick shaft.
Unhurriedly, he pulls out, the piercings rippling against my walls as he does. I don’t expect it when he punches back into me, but before I can even gasp in surprise, he mutters, “Seven,” right into my ear.
Ditch the boy toy
“How’s your date going, red?” he asks while I try to get a bartender’s attention. The woman is pouring a row of shots, and the man, a broad and dangerous-looking guy, is busy serving draft beers.
“Great. He’s very interesting.”
“Could have fooled me with how you keep looking at me.”
“That’s because you stare too much. You need to stop.”
“Why?”
“It’s distracting.”
“How so?” he asks with feigned innocence. I glare at him but don’t answer. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and there’s no way I’ll inflate his ego by spelling it out. “Will you make him sign a contract, too?”
“It’s none of your business.”
The woman finally notices me and comes to take my order. Once it’s placed, I watch as she prepares it.
“Did you really not think of me?” Jake asks, his voice like warm honey pouring down my ear.
The tips of his fingers graze up my spine, where the zipper of my dress is, and lustful shivers run across my entire body. When something pulses between my legs, I press my knees together, adamantly shushing it. I shake my head, aware that my body just gave the opposite answer.
“I see,” he whispers. “A shame because I’ve been thinking of you a lot, red. Every time I’m fucking another woman, I find myself regretting she isn’t covered in freckles, with fire for hair and legs for days. That taste of yours haunts me, and when I close my eyes, I can still hear your sweet moans, those whimpers when you begged, how you screamed my name…”
This time, I can do nothing to muffle the way my clitoris palpitates. Wetness nearly gushes out of me, my core begging to give in and accept the invitation he’s so brazenly issuing.
His hand is on my hip now, pressing me closer to him, and I can’t think past the lust to pry it away. “Ditch the boy toy and spend the night with me, red. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Terribly far indeed
There’s something empowering about the way he holds me, about how he craves me. His towering height and muscular broadness should make me feel small and delicate, but it’s the opposite. I feel mighty and strong in his hold, like I could take on the world and conquer it. When his large hands pull me in closer, plastering me onto him, I’m convinced of it.
“Do you-do you live far?” I breathe out, ripping myself away from the kiss.
“Too fucking far,” he mumbles, tracing a burning line down my neck with his soft lips.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He gives the base of my throat a long and hungry kiss, making everything in me palpitate. Then he gestures to his left with his chin. “Two blocks that way.”
I quench the laughter that tries to climb up my throat. “Terribly far indeed. Maybe we should get on with it right here, in the middle of the street.”
His chuckle ripples across my collarbone in a gentle caress. “Don’t tempt me, red.” After one last kiss on my heated skin, he straightens up with a groan. “Let’s go.”
My heart expands when he intertwines his tattooed fingers with mine before pulling me alongside him. “Oh, before I forget. I have a late brunch tomorrow morning,” I explain as we make our way to his place.
“We should be done by then,” he says with a cocky smirk, squeezing my hand gently. “I’m glad you came.”
“I didn’t plan on it, but I’m glad I did too.”
You don’t even know yourself
“What the hell was that!” Gen explodes, barely managing to contain her voice. She is ridiculously hot when angry, but I do my best to dismiss it and handle this seriously.
“What?”
“This is my life, Jacob! My real life. You can’t sabotage it because you feel offended.”
“I was appalled, not offended.”
“What did you think you would accomplish with that caveman display of ownership?”
“Nothing, really. I was just curious to meet the man who spent five years with you and never even learned to fuck you properly. And now that I have, I can confirm that I don’t fucking get it, Genevieve.”
“Get what?”
“Why are you wasting your time with that cunt?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why would you even entertain the possibility of him?”
“I—Eddie is a friend, Jake. We dated for five years, and I’ve known him for even longer than that. He knows me more than anybody else, and there will always be something between us.”
“He didn’t know you, or he wouldn’t have left you. He’s a fucking loser.”
That one might be a low blow, but she needs to hear it. Those five years she spent with him mean nothing if he couldn’t love her enough to fight for her.
“So what?” she snarls. “You think you know me better than he does?”
“Honestly? I think you don’t even know yourself, Genevieve. You have this idea of who you want to be, this proper little Upper East Side lawyer, but then you come to me to feel alive. I’m the opposite of what you want, red, yet it looks like I’m what you need.”
That one hits her like a slap. She never noticed her duality, did she? There are two sides to her. The one that demands that I stay away so we don’t be discovered, and the one that can’t help but flirt back. The one that drafts an exhaustive sex contract and the one that begs me to choke her in the dark back room of a shady bar. It’s like there’s the person she should be and the person who craves to get out of the rigid frame she built for herself.
“We’re just having sex, Jake. You’re helping me with my list, and then I’ll be with whoever I want.”
Now, it’s my turn to endure the blow. Shit, we’re as good at hurting as we are at pleasuring.
You’re an idiot | 18+
“Does it hurt?”
She adamantly shakes her head. “There’s a stretch, but I like it.”
“Of course you do, my naughty, naughty girl.”
I let go of her arse and palm one of her tits instead. Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulder when I lower to take its rosy tip in my mouth. I play with it the way she likes it, sucking, licking, biting… Her momentum gains in assurance, and she’s soon riding me as if I were in her pussy.
That’s when I start losing my focus because I’m not as worried about her comfort and can feel how fantastic she feels around me. She’s still grinding her clit on me with every thrust. Nearly all of me has disappeared inside her now, and I’m so proud of her for this.
I can feel my tipping point nearing, but that’s okay because she’s getting close too. Those small cries are familiar, and she’ll explode with pleasure soon.
“You feel so good in my ass,” she moans, unprompted.
Just like that, I’m a goner. The climax that strikes takes me by surprise, and I barely have time to grab her hips to hold her down as my cock throbs inside her. Cum shoots out of my tip, coating the warm walls of her arse. Jolts shake me as I find relief, and I keep her close, emptying my balls inside her. I curse when I realize she isn’t quite there yet, but I can’t do anything about it right now, too lost in bliss.
As soon as the last spurt is out, I force my muscles to relax and bring a hand between us. I’m not subtle or gentle as I deftly handle her clit in a way I know will make her finish. In seconds, she’s letting out a scream with my name on it and tipping into bliss. Her insides pulse and compel a few more drops of my cum to seep out.
Once her climax is over, she turns boneless, her sweaty and satiated little body sprawled against me. She shows no haste in pulling me out of her, so I take it she doesn’t mind the sensation. We slowly come down together, panting in unison.
“Anal on the first date,” I groan as soon as I remember how to form sentences. “I can’t believe you ever thought you were boring.”
She lets out a breathy, exhausted giggle. “You’re an idiot.”
“And you’re fucking perfect, red.”
A few quotes
Naughty Liar
His head tilts slightly to the side, a devilish half grin pulling the corner of his lips. “Cat’s got your tongue, love?”
Again, my vocal cords are unable to produce a sound. Not when my attention is on the tattoos that I can now see clearly on his stretched neck. Feathers. The incandescent tips of feathers are what’s creeping out of his collar. This was a mistake, and I must end it before it derails any further.
“You must have me confused with someone else, sir,” I boldly lie, my voice slightly trembling.
His assurance doesn’t even waver at my statement, his eyes still determinedly staring at the details of my face. “Are you sure about that, love? I’d recognize that shade of red anywhere.”
Everything inside me flutters when he sends a hand between us to catch a strand of my hair between his thumb and index.
“Again, sir, I’m not—I’m not Emily.”
“Let’s make sure, yeah?”
The instant he pulls his phone out of his back pocket, I realize my mistake. I don’t even need to look at his screen to know what his thumb is doing on it. When my phone rings and vibrates on the bar, I close my eyes to recompose myself and avoid his cocky smirk.
Alright, I was caught in a lie, but I can still wriggle out of this mess.
“You’re a naughty liar, Emily,” he says with nothing but amusement.
My eyes whip open. “And you’re late.”
Three and four, then | 18+
“Do they bring you pleasure?” I ask, teasing the metallic balls I can feel under the latex.
“The apadravya, yes. Some.”
“And the others?”
“The others aren’t for me, red.”
My walls pulse at the thought. I shouldn’t be so ready to have him, not with the way I just orgasmed. But I lost touch with reality long ago, which is probably why I use my hold on him to align his head with my awaiting opening.
“Should we count them together?” he suggests, his hand replacing mine. My throat swells with a stuck breath when he teases my folds, dragging his round head up and down me, the ends of the largest piercing adding to the sensation. Then, before I can beg him to get on with it, he presses onto my slit.
A full inch sinks into me, and while he’s thicker than anything I’ve ever welcomed, I’m too wet and aroused to find it uncomfortable. The first bar of steel—the largest one—enters, and I can already understand its appeal.
“One,” he grunts, pausing. Displaying an unsuspected amount of restraint, he pushes barely more, but enough to pass another piercing. “Two.”
My hips jolt forward, compelled by an unstoppable spasm, and more of him disappears into me.
“Fuck,” he swears, as surprised as I am. “Well, three and four, then.”
He leans on a single elbow so his hand can still me. Seconds stretch, and I’m going half-mad by the time two more piercings enter me. There’s one left, but I’m not sure it’ll fit. I feel fuller than I ever have, my walls distended to their limits by his thick shaft.
Unhurriedly, he pulls out, the piercings rippling against my walls as he does. I don’t expect it when he punches back into me, but before I can even gasp in surprise, he mutters, “Seven,” right into my ear.
Ditch the boy toy
“How’s your date going, red?” he asks while I try to get a bartender’s attention. The woman is pouring a row of shots, and the man, a broad and dangerous-looking guy, is busy serving draft beers.
“Great. He’s very interesting.”
“Could have fooled me with how you keep looking at me.”
“That’s because you stare too much. You need to stop.”
“Why?”
“It’s distracting.”
“How so?” he asks with feigned innocence. I glare at him but don’t answer. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and there’s no way I’ll inflate his ego by spelling it out. “Will you make him sign a contract, too?”
“It’s none of your business.”
The woman finally notices me and comes to take my order. Once it’s placed, I watch as she prepares it.
“Did you really not think of me?” Jake asks, his voice like warm honey pouring down my ear.
The tips of his fingers graze up my spine, where the zipper of my dress is, and lustful shivers run across my entire body. When something pulses between my legs, I press my knees together, adamantly shushing it. I shake my head, aware that my body just gave the opposite answer.
“I see,” he whispers. “A shame because I’ve been thinking of you a lot, red. Every time I’m fucking another woman, I find myself regretting she isn’t covered in freckles, with fire for hair and legs for days. That taste of yours haunts me, and when I close my eyes, I can still hear your sweet moans, those whimpers when you begged, how you screamed my name…”
This time, I can do nothing to muffle the way my clitoris palpitates. Wetness nearly gushes out of me, my core begging to give in and accept the invitation he’s so brazenly issuing.
His hand is on my hip now, pressing me closer to him, and I can’t think past the lust to pry it away. “Ditch the boy toy and spend the night with me, red. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Terribly far indeed
There’s something empowering about the way he holds me, about how he craves me. His towering height and muscular broadness should make me feel small and delicate, but it’s the opposite. I feel mighty and strong in his hold, like I could take on the world and conquer it. When his large hands pull me in closer, plastering me onto him, I’m convinced of it.
“Do you-do you live far?” I breathe out, ripping myself away from the kiss.
“Too fucking far,” he mumbles, tracing a burning line down my neck with his soft lips.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He gives the base of my throat a long and hungry kiss, making everything in me palpitate. Then he gestures to his left with his chin. “Two blocks that way.”
I quench the laughter that tries to climb up my throat. “Terribly far indeed. Maybe we should get on with it right here, in the middle of the street.”
His chuckle ripples across my collarbone in a gentle caress. “Don’t tempt me, red.” After one last kiss on my heated skin, he straightens up with a groan. “Let’s go.”
My heart expands when he intertwines his tattooed fingers with mine before pulling me alongside him. “Oh, before I forget. I have a late brunch tomorrow morning,” I explain as we make our way to his place.
“We should be done by then,” he says with a cocky smirk, squeezing my hand gently. “I’m glad you came.”
“I didn’t plan on it, but I’m glad I did too.”
You don’t even know yourself
“What the hell was that!” Gen explodes, barely managing to contain her voice. She is ridiculously hot when angry, but I do my best to dismiss it and handle this seriously.
“What?”
“This is my life, Jacob! My real life. You can’t sabotage it because you feel offended.”
“I was appalled, not offended.”
“What did you think you would accomplish with that caveman display of ownership?”
“Nothing, really. I was just curious to meet the man who spent five years with you and never even learned to fuck you properly. And now that I have, I can confirm that I don’t fucking get it, Genevieve.”
“Get what?”
“Why are you wasting your time with that cunt?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why would you even entertain the possibility of him?”
“I—Eddie is a friend, Jake. We dated for five years, and I’ve known him for even longer than that. He knows me more than anybody else, and there will always be something between us.”
“He didn’t know you, or he wouldn’t have left you. He’s a fucking loser.”
That one might be a low blow, but she needs to hear it. Those five years she spent with him mean nothing if he couldn’t love her enough to fight for her.
“So what?” she snarls. “You think you know me better than he does?”
“Honestly? I think you don’t even know yourself, Genevieve. You have this idea of who you want to be, this proper little Upper East Side lawyer, but then you come to me to feel alive. I’m the opposite of what you want, red, yet it looks like I’m what you need.”
That one hits her like a slap. She never noticed her duality, did she? There are two sides to her. The one that demands that I stay away so we don’t be discovered, and the one that can’t help but flirt back. The one that drafts an exhaustive sex contract and the one that begs me to choke her in the dark back room of a shady bar. It’s like there’s the person she should be and the person who craves to get out of the rigid frame she built for herself.
“We’re just having sex, Jake. You’re helping me with my list, and then I’ll be with whoever I want.”
Now, it’s my turn to endure the blow. Shit, we’re as good at hurting as we are at pleasuring.
You’re an idiot | 18+
“Does it hurt?”
She adamantly shakes her head. “There’s a stretch, but I like it.”
“Of course you do, my naughty, naughty girl.”
I let go of her arse and palm one of her tits instead. Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulder when I lower to take its rosy tip in my mouth. I play with it the way she likes it, sucking, licking, biting… Her momentum gains in assurance, and she’s soon riding me as if I were in her pussy.
That’s when I start losing my focus because I’m not as worried about her comfort and can feel how fantastic she feels around me. She’s still grinding her clit on me with every thrust. Nearly all of me has disappeared inside her now, and I’m so proud of her for this.
I can feel my tipping point nearing, but that’s okay because she’s getting close too. Those small cries are familiar, and she’ll explode with pleasure soon.
“You feel so good in my ass,” she moans, unprompted.
Just like that, I’m a goner. The climax that strikes takes me by surprise, and I barely have time to grab her hips to hold her down as my cock throbs inside her. Cum shoots out of my tip, coating the warm walls of her arse. Jolts shake me as I find relief, and I keep her close, emptying my balls inside her. I curse when I realize she isn’t quite there yet, but I can’t do anything about it right now, too lost in bliss.
As soon as the last spurt is out, I force my muscles to relax and bring a hand between us. I’m not subtle or gentle as I deftly handle her clit in a way I know will make her finish. In seconds, she’s letting out a scream with my name on it and tipping into bliss. Her insides pulse and compel a few more drops of my cum to seep out.
Once her climax is over, she turns boneless, her sweaty and satiated little body sprawled against me. She shows no haste in pulling me out of her, so I take it she doesn’t mind the sensation. We slowly come down together, panting in unison.
“Anal on the first date,” I groan as soon as I remember how to form sentences. “I can’t believe you ever thought you were boring.”
She lets out a breathy, exhausted giggle. “You’re an idiot.”
“And you’re fucking perfect, red.”
Meet the Characters
Genevieve Kensington
Freshly dumped and on a quest to improve her bedroom skills, Gen embarks on a journey of self-exporation and self-discovery. Armed with her sexy bucketlist and her bestfriend’s support, she steps out of her comfort zone and flips her rigid corporate life upside down.
Jacob Clarke
Although Jake loves the successful life he’s built for himself, his encounter with a certain redhead forces him to reassess. He’s not one to commit, too busy managing his famous tattoo parlor in Brooklyn, but Gen is hard to resist. Before the knows it, the Aussie finds himself charmed by her touching personality.
Hana
As the supportive and sassy best friend, Hana always hoped Gen would get the life she deserves. When the opportunity arises to push Gen to try new things, Hana doesn’t think twice before doing it. Some might say she’s a bad influence, but Jake would strongly disagree.
ELIJAH
Eli might seem like the silly goofball of the trio, he’s the reason why his two best friends, Jake and Kill, are having so much success with their businesses. It doesn’t take much more than a fully charged phone and a couch to be a marketing extraordinaire, and Eli has things figured out pretty damn well.
Killian
Brooding, silent, and Irish, Killian doesn’t speak much, and it’s rarely in favor of love. As the proud owner and manager of The Devil’s Court, a busy bar in Brooklyn, he loves to spend time with his two best mates in the back room, playing pool or trying out new whiskeys.
Mulligrubs
Named after a (frankly disturbing) kids TV show, Mulli is Jake’s good girl #1 (Gen is #2 because she came later). The sweet Rottweiler loves long walks, head scratches, tennis balls, and shredding to pieces her Sunday chew toy. She’s always happy to spend the night downstairs with Uncle Eli.
Meet the Characters
Genevieve Kensington
Freshly dumped and on a quest to improve her bedroom skills, Gen embarks on a journey of self-exporation and self-discovery. Armed with her sexy bucketlist and her bestfriend’s support, she steps out of her comfort zone and flips her rigid corporate life upside down.
Jacob Clarke
Although Jake loves the successful life he’s built for himself, his encounter with a certain redhead forces him to reassess. He’s not one to commit, too busy managing his famous tattoo parlor in Brooklyn, but Gen is hard to resist. Before the knows it, the Aussie finds himself charmed by her touching personality.
Hana
As the supportive and sassy best friend, Hana always hoped Gen would get the life she deserves. When the opportunity arises to push Gen to try new things, Hana doesn’t think twice before doing it. Some might say she’s a bad influence, but Jake would strongly disagree.
ELIJAH
Eli might seem like the silly goofball of the trio, he’s the reason why his two best friends, Jake and Kill, are having so much success with their businesses. It doesn’t take much more than a fully charged phone and a couch to be a marketing extraordinaire, and Eli has things figured out pretty damn well.
Killian
Brooding, silent, and Irish, Killian doesn’t speak much, and it’s rarely in favor of love. As the proud owner and manager of The Devil’s Court, a busy bar in Brooklyn, he loves to spend time with his two best mates in the back room, playing pool or trying out new whiskeys.
Mulligrubs
Named after a (frankly disturbing) kids TV show, Mulli is Jake’s good girl #1 (Gen is #2 because she came later). The sweet Rottweiler loves long walks, head scratches, tennis balls, and shredding to pieces her Sunday chew toy. She’s always happy to spend the night downstairs with Uncle Eli.