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“He has someone now and I like you too much to come between you two. Also, I was trained not to date married men.” I didn’t know if I could believe her or not, but she sounded genuine. This was the first time someone that was Anthony’s fling was kind to me. The others who knew me always resented me for being his friend, so it was weird to see someone like her being this way. “And don’t worry. Anthony and I never fucked. We only kissed back then. Looking back now… ew, he was one ugly kid.” Angela shuddered. I could not stop myself from chuckling at her words and the expression that came with it. Angela seemed to be a chill person and maybe she was not so bad after all, only condescending.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.

"Damn it, Lena, double-check these! We can't afford screw-ups." She flinched, but met his glare, her pulse quickening at the fire in his eyes. Even in anger, they roamed down to her tits, heaving slightly with her quickened breath, the neckline of her blouse dipping low enough to tease the lace of her bra. He caught himself, cursing under his breath, and stormed to the window, fists balled. "Sorry. Rough day." "It's okay," she replied softly, her voice laced with something unspoken, her body alive with the thrill of his conflicted gaze.

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Her eyes scanned my library and she seemed to be fascinated by the numerous books I had obtained. However, I was taken aback by her dress. It was skimpy and it revealed her cleavage. She looked hot. Her skin radiated. I felt my dick twitch but I remained quiet. It wouldn't harden again, would it? Angel didn't look scared, she was brave. Naughty and brave. Some kind of feelings aroused inside of me. Fascination. Yes, I was fascinated. She should have run off or apologized for watching but she didn't. After dropping the cupcakes, she tilted over, and her tits caught my eyes quickly sending a sparking sensation down my spine.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

I couldn't refuse his advances as that was the little I could do to keep him from getting angrier than he already was. "You wanted the spice didn't you?" he asked teasingly. It was quite admirable the way he didn't let his smile get altered by anything that had just happened. He seemed to be a direct opposite of Troy who was almost like a loose cannon. His hands were holding me close to his body and I just couldn't resist. My hands came hungrily on his chest as that had been on my mind ever since. I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be at that point.