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The skinny man opened a gap in his clothes and showed it to Caspian, but he quickly covered it again. In that instant, Caspian saw no less than fifty pockets sewn into the man's clothes. Each pocket contained a picture book. Caspian never encountered such a thing before, so he was dumbfounded. Seeing his stupefied expression, the skinny man thought that Caspian was not interested in the picture books, so he pondered for a while and inched closer to Caspian again. "Master, if you don't like picture books, then what about novels? I have many novels of various themes that will surely satisfy you."

I stood there for a long moment, my face burning, my heart racing, my cheek still tingling where he'd touched it. So much for maintaining distance. So much for rebuilding walls. So much for going back to how things were before. With a sigh, I went to my closet to find something appropriate for hiking. Apparently, I was going to see some cliffs. I got dressed quickly in what I hoped were appropriate hiking clothes - a pair of khaki shorts that hit mid-thigh, a white tank top, and my comfortable sandals. I realized as I was getting ready that I hadn't actually packed any proper hiking boots or even sneakers. I'd been thinking about romantic Italian dinners and vineyard tours, not outdoor adven

So maybe Jim lived in a tiny place because he was a single guy, and he saw no point in wasting money on a larger apartment. Anyway, from the looks of it, the man spent every penny he had on books. They were jammed onto a couple of cheap bookshelves, and piled high on every available surface. God, he even had books on his kitchen counters and neatly lined up under his bedroom window. She peeked at a few of the titles, and was amused to see the range of topics: mystery, action, contemporary literature, some horror. She even spotted a few military romance books, and she grinned at that. Maybe he’s reliving his days as a Ranger, reading about bad-ass military heroes saving damsels-in-distress in

He might not have the gravitas and slowness of an elder, but he’s got the forehead wrinkle down. He gives me a long, searching stare, and then, with the air of a male who’s come to a momentous decision, and who is also about to walk himself off the edge of a cliff, he firms his jaw and says, “I like action-adventure books.” I blink. My head tilts. A damp curl falls and sticks to my cheek. I shove it away. “You do?” I don’t know what else to say. Where did this come from?

“This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.” Jack took the book and examined the cover. “It looks interesting. What else would you recommend?” The sales assistant continued selecting books, giving a brief description for each one. “Oh, and we also have some romantic adventure books, like ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert Louis Stevenson, which focuses more on adventure and pirates.” Jack listened carefully and selected several books with the assistant’s guidance. “I think she’ll like these,” he said, smiling. The sales assistant smiled back, growing a bit curious about the lucky woman who had managed to tie down a confirmed bachelor like Jack Colt.

I would certainly be warm, sleeping between two werewolves. “Okay,” I said, and slid onto the bed. I decided that Lucian had the right idea, and opened the e-book app on my phone. I had been reading a light hearted romance, but I didn’t want to give my libido any bright ideas so I switched to an adventure novel instead. “What are you reading?” Lucian asked. “Adventure,” I said, glad I’d decided against the romance, “It’s about a crew of pirates who travel the world in search of magical artifacts.”

“I mean you as a homebody, not as my boss or anything like that.” It might be an exaggeration to say that Ingrid felt that day was very serene. She was a homebody herself when it came to it, always staying home when she didn’t have work, but it was a different feeling when she was with a man, and they were just relaxing. And his house... God, it felt like home already. “What kind of books do you read?” she asked interestedly. “Stephen King, Dan Brown, Clive Cussler, John Grisham, and the like.”

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

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He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.