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The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

Steam rose around them as he lifted one of her legs and slid into her from behind again. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Ara whimpered, her cheek pressed against the cool glass. “You’re getting addicted, aren’t you?” Damon taunted as he thrust deep and slowly, teasing her. “Every time you sit at that desk trying to write, you’re thinking about my cock stretching this tight cunt.” “Yes…” she admitted breathlessly. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I crave you even when I’m writing.” He started fucking her harder, pressing her breasts against the glass. His hand reached around to rub her clit in fast circles while he edged her cruelly, bringing her right to the brink, then slowing down.

⚠️ 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.

Claire moaned, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand. As she felt herself growing wet with desire, Aiden moved behind her, pressing his body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her against his chest, and began to run his fingers through the wax, coating her skin with it. She could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his arms, and it all combined to make her feel so utterly and completely desired. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, “and I’m never letting you go.”

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Every time his breathing sped up and his hips twitched, she slowed down or stopped completely, stroking him lazily with her hand while she looked up at him. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I want you desperate.” Kai’s legs shook slightly. His hands stayed in her hair, gentle but tense. “Elena… please. I need more.” She stood up slowly, her robe hanging completely open now. Her breasts were fully exposed, nipples hard from the cold and arousal. She lifted one toned leg and rested her foot on the lower part of the stone railing, opening herself to him. “Your turn,” she said. “Get on your knees and taste your boss.”

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.