Novels by Liora T

Cathy's POV Every time he took another step up the stairs, my body clenched around him on instinct, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders.“Keep doing that, and we won’t make it to the bed.”I didn’t stop.His bedroom door was already half open. He kicked it the rest of the way open, and the soft click of it closing behind us seemed impossibly loud in the silence. The room was dark except for the city lights spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting gold and silver reflections across the walls. A massive bed dominated the room, its white sheets already turned down as though he’d expected us to end up here tonight.He laid me on the mattress and followed me down without ever pulling out, the full weight of him pressing me into the sheets. The sudden depth punched a broken sound out of my throat. “Ou.." He swallowed it with his mouth, kissing me like he was still starving, like the first time in the kitchen hadn’t taken the edge off at all.“You’re so fucking wet,” he

Cathy's POV What’s the definition of ‘Adrenaline Rush?’I'd tell you mine; It’s the second the front door of that Upper East Side mansion swung open and I forgot how to breathe.Why? Because, I took the live-in nanny position hoping for the usual—bedtime stories, packed lunches, a steady paycheck that would finally stop the late notices. I never expected to be standing on a polished marble looking up at the most talked-about man in New York.Damien Hale. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver threading through dark hair at the temples, gray eyes sharp enough to cut. A man built sinfully. Gosh!He didn’t smile, he just stepped aside and said my name like he’d already decided I belonged inside those walls.“Cathy Reyes.”“Yes, Mr. Hale.”“Damien is better.” His voice was low, controlled, the kind that made heat pool low in my belly even while I was still dripping rainwater onto his foyer. “Come in.”I followed him through rooms that smelled so fantastic, heart hammering so hard I was sure he

Kylie's POV “You’re still here,” he said, voice low as he fixed his lust eyes on me. “That’s answer enough.”He stood and the sweatpants dropped the rest of the way to the floor. He stepped out of them without looking away from me and crossed the short distance to the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he put one knee on it, then the other, caging me in with his arms. I tipped my head back automatically as he pushed forth and took me in—obviously, the smudged mascara, the tangled hair, the way my chest rose and fell a little too fast.“Last night I fucked you against the door while the front desk knocked. You came on my cock. I came inside you. Then you fell asleep in my bed like you belonged here.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “This morning I’m going to do it again. Slower. Properly. Unless you say no.”“I… I don’t even know you.” I muttered.“You know enough.” One of his hands slid under the sheet and found the hem of my dress. He pushed it higher, knuckles brushing the

Kylie's POV He didn’t give me time to adjust. His hips snapped forward again, burying every inch, then pulled back and slammed in again, hard. The wood off the door thudded softly with each impact. Fast. Unapologetic. I bit my lip hard.The porn still played loudly, its soundtrack mixing with the wet, filthy sounds of him fucking me—skin slapping, slick and rhythmic, my cunt gripping him so tight every thrust made a lewd, wet “schlick”.“Damn…” He growled, hips snapping harder, deeper. His thick cock dragged over every sensitive ridge inside me, the head battering that perfect spot that made my vision blur. I bit my lip harder.My free leg trembled against his hip. He felt it and suddenly dropped that leg, both hands sliding under my thighs and hauling me up against the door in one powerful lift. My back slammed harder into the wood. My legs locked around his waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back as he pinned me there, suspended, completely open for him.“Fuck—yes!” I moane

Kylie's POV What the heck was my best bitch, Kassy expecting me to keep up with since Donald dumped me, if not partying, drink myself to stupor, use my goddamn sex toys, eat, and sleep?And that was exactly what I’d been doing. I’d just downed four shots of martini without even realizing it and decided to leave before it got me sleeping on a barstool again, just like last time.“Card.” I burped shamelessly, shooting the receptionist a stabbing glare as I stumbled into the De Crez Hotel, where I’d been lodging for three days before checking out to have fun.“Hey, ma’am, sorry, but could you remind me of your—”“Shut the fuck up and give me the card!”“I understand, but we have too many customers and—”I slammed my palm against the polished marble counter, cutting her off with a flinch. The sharp crack echoed beneath the crystal chandeliers, drawing a few startled glances from the quiet lobby.“Fine! Room twenty-fourteen!” I yelled, louder than I intended, my words slurring around the