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You’ve opened this book. That means one of two things. You’re looking to spice up your evening, your morning, or your lunch break (no judgment), OR you accidentally clicked the wrong title and now you’re really curious about what “Lust, Caution” is actually all about. Either way, I’m thrilled you’re here. Let’s be clear right up front. This is not a PhD Thesis from Harvard. There will be no epic dramas, no second chance Lunas or brave heroines who work their way back to the CEO’s hearts and definitely no long winded backstories about someone’s husband leaving some gorgeous woman for another slut before she gets her revenge. Nope. This is not THAT kind of book. This is that OTHER kind. You know the one. The kind you read with your phone tilted just out of view. The kind you swipe away quickly when someone walks by. The kind you read under the covers with a little smirk on your face. Yes, darling. That kind. You’ve just stepped into a world of heat, hunger, and heart-pounding unapologetic pleasure. Each story in this collection is designed to do one thing. To set your senses on fire. And maybe, just maybe, get you in the mood to do something about it. Wink, wink! Now, before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Plot? Pfft. Listen. Sure, there's some plot. You’ll find drama, angst, some emotional chaos and maybe a well-timed thunderstorm or two. But let’s be honest, erotica rarely make perfect sense. One minute she's arguing with the dark and brooding Alpha, the next minute, she's naked, tied to a headboard and calling him “Sir.” Does it matter how they got there? Nope. Do we care? Absolutely not. Are we enjoying every second of it? Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before. There will be moans. There will be gasps. There might even be a growl or two, depending on which story you land on. (And yes, some of these characters are absolutely terrible at communicating but wow, do they make up for it in bed.) This is a space where anything can happen. That grumpy billionaire? He’s obsessed with her. The cocky Alpha king? He wants to mark her forever. The innocent girl in the wrong place at the wrong time? She’s about to learn exactly how wrong feels when it’s oh so right. These are not stories that ask for patience. They demand surrender. This isn’t just erotica. This is your escape. Your little rebellion. Your delicious, dirty secret. Whatever it is, don’t fight it. That’s what this is for. So take a breath. Sink into it and let these stories take you exactly where you want to go. Now turn the page. Your adventure begins here.The air in the room was different.Salish’s breath caught as Liam carried her further in, her thighs still wrapped around his waist, her bare legs brushing his waist. She could feel the hardness of him parked within her clenched and dripping wet pussy.The Red Room was impossible, Salish thought. A warm red hue bathed the walls in soft light, deepening shadows and drawing the eye to the assortment of sleek, polished equipment arranged with almost surgical precision. Leather straps hung from chrome fixtures.A padded bench stood in the center like an altar. A gleaming wall rack displayed toys in neat rows. There were feathers, cuffs, blindfolds, and tools designed for exploration.Oh my.This made no sense. She had come for therapy, not some kinky threesome in a room full of sinfully, delicious toys. She vaguely remembered blushing when she first passed by a sex store near her apartment many years ago, thinking that only the foolish would use it.And here she was, relishing from the fa
Salish had only ever tasted Liam in her mouth, and no other man.But today, handsome Doctor D was the other man.Salish had no idea how different another man could be. Doctor D’s cock was big, long, hard and lean and he tasted so good in her.But the moment was short-lived for suddenly, Liam pulled out of her, causing Salish to gasp in surprise and let go of Doctor D. The sudden emptiness in both her pussy and mouth left her confused, so much so that she did not understand it when Liam grabbed her by the waist and turns her around, crushing her breasts against the couch.“All the better for us to fuck you with, my dear,” Liam said huskily, his hands still on her waist as he pulled her hips up. Salish sank onto her hands and knees, her back arched so her head was up, just high enough to see Doctor D’s hot, hard dick in its full glory.Doctor D ran his finger across her jawline, a light touch she leaned into. “We won’t hurt you. You’ll be safe, I promise.”The dominance turned her on an
Salish cried out, grabbing the head of the couch but right the next second, Doctor D pressed a remote and the dildo started to vibrate. A shock of pure pleasure swamped her body as Salish screamed out, “Ahh! Ohhhhhh!”“Good…” Doctor D said as he started to take both her hands and tie them to a coat rack behind the couch.“Doctor, what are you doing?!”Doctor D did not answer, he pressed the remote again and Salish’s body trembled with pleasure as the dildo sent strong vibrations into her pussy, causing her inner tunnel to clench and release sweet juices onto his couch.Oh, the pleasure!Such was the ecstasy that Salish did not hear the clinic door open and someone walk in. She was writhing on the couch with her legs sprawled apart and her hands tied above her head, moaning incoherent words when the person who had just entered the clinic walked over to her.“Feast on your wife’s sensuality, Liam.”Liam?Salish’s eyes immediately opened to see her husband of 10 years standing at the end
Salish had never been near any other men besides Liam. They had, after all, been high school sweethearts and she had married him right after they graduated. So to have this smoulderingly handsome and oh so sexy looking Doctor D in such close proximity was something very new to Salish. “Salish, we’re going to have to undress you first.” Salish blinked. “Wha-“ And before she could form a single word in her mouth, Doctor D slid a big warm hand up her thigh. Salish blinked again and stared down at his very tanned hand, feeling his calloused touch dragging along her soft, warm skin. This wasn’t really happening, was it? But it was the heat of his palm and the way his fingertips pressed into her inner thigh that told her this was real. “This blouse and skirt of yours have to go.” Doctor D shifted his torso to brace his other arm against the back of the couch behind her shoulders. It was embarrassing to hear him say this but at the same time, very, very thrilling. Salish’s lips parted
Salish was a good wife.So when her husband booked her a session with the sex doctor in an attempt to spice up their marriage, Salish readily agreed to attend.As Salish stepped into the clinic, the first thing she noticed was the color. The clinic was a riot of pale pink, like a giant marshmallow dream come true. The walls were a soft rose, the carpets a delicate blush and the furniture… oh, the furniture. Plush pink sofas lined the waiting area, pillows poofier than a poodle’s fur tossed casually here and there and a collection of glamorous flamingo statues struck sassy poses on a nearby shelf.Salish pressed her lips together to keep from giggling. It felt a bit ridiculous and a bit over the top but hey, it was her first time ever at a sex clinic so maybe this was the norm.“Welcome, Ms. Salish!” a perky voice called.Salish turned to come face to face with a nurse who looked like she had just stepped straight out of some Playboy magazine. The nurse was a bouncy blonde bombshell in
“Oh, I'm not done yet, Sandy. We’re just about to start having fun.”The words, sweet as they seem, send a shiver through me. We’re not done yet? My body unconsciously arches into his touch, my damp thighs rubbing against his pants as he continues to swirl his finger around my cilt. He traces along my skin, a sweet stroke that draws shivers and says hoarsely, “You hurt now, but as soon as I start, that soreness will disappear and you won’t feel anything but good. Do you trust me?”A cry leaves my lips when he does not slow down with his touch, oh how he torments me with sure motions.Worse? His other hand goes into my blouse again, his fingers teasing my now taut nipples. A new wave of need grows until I cannot take it anymore. It crashes over me, causing me to arch farther, to try to escape his fingers but he holds me in place like a prisoner, one hand on my breast, and the other tormenting my pussy.“I’m going to make you come again, Sandy, and this time, I want you to call my name