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A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

She placed her hand on my chest with her eyes going all deem and her lips being showcased to me just to draw my attention. She was obviously going to do something silly, but I was a man of my words and would never look at any other woman just as I promised Jayden, My son. I immediately moved my body away from her reach and unashamedly, she came closer again, but this time with a whisper of hate. "Abby once had an affair with Jack, she also has a baby for him, why don't you let her go when she's still lying to you, Alex?. I won't deny you, not once"

I fell back against the wall. ‘These two are a pair of chuckle heads! This foppish man and this blasted girl!’ ‘Brian, think,’ I begged him. ‘Calm down and think. How do you feel about Hyacinth’s wolf, Dolly?’ ‘She is a fine young thing,’ he said tremulously. ‘But these lies cannot be true!’ ‘I cheated on Rhiannon,’ I pointed out, sliding my back down the wall and curling in on myself. ‘And she cheated on me. What mates have you ever known to do that?’

The next day, I'd inevitably have to drag myself to work or on a business trip, completely exhausted. It was that time of the night again. My wife slipped into a set of sexy lingerie and climbed into bed. Her soft hands wandered all over my body. Alara Golding was 26 years old this year. She was right in her prime. She had smooth, fair skin and incredible curves. That lace outfit only made it worse. Her long legs alone were enough to drive any man crazy. When we first met, I used to lift those legs every night. We were so loud that the neighbors upstairs and downstairs couldn't sleep.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

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His affections, it turned out, had wandered far from the confines of his home. Maite, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, a woman with a fiery spirit and a penchant for luxury, had become the object of his clandestine affections. Their meetings were a carefully orchestrated ballet of deception, a series of stolen moments in quiet cafes and secluded hotels, carefully masked by a veneer of respectability.

I looked at her, truly looked at her, and saw the decades of secrets she had been carrying for a woman she had loved. Rosa took a breath, smoothing her apron, though her hands were shaking too. She took the seat opposite me, leaning in until we were mere inches apart. "Margaret had an affair with Byron Rider," Rosa began, her voice regaining its calm but retaining its intensity. "Just as you read in those letters. But Sarah, that affair wouldn't have been necessary if the universe had just accepted their love from the start. They were young, they were reckless, and they were forced into lives that didn't fit them. Love makes people do questionable things—cruel things, sometimes. Even you kno