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My chest hammers against my ribcage. His breath brushes my neck. Hot, deliberate, tantalizing. He steps beside me, dangerously close, so close I can feel the slight shift of his weight. My stomach twists when I glance at the titles. Tempting Him: On His Desk Kamasutra: Teacher's Edition Oh. My. Fucking. God. I stare at the books for three whole seconds. “That’s not-” I spin to confront him, but he’s gone. Just gone. My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses.

Nick Spencer sighed as he poured out what felt like the millionth Appletini this week. Why did all the hot girls go for this repulsive drink? Why? He blamed ‘The Bachelor’. Damn reality television, making ditzy girls live vicariously through idiots pining for a rose.

Between the sugar and the caffeine, I was sure we’d be up for a week! “Can we please watch something with hot naked men?” Mal begged when we were browsing through movies and TV shows. “I wouldn’t say no to some naked women,” Saoirse grinned at Mal. We ended up watching Bridgerton until Rose’s parents came home. Mina and Mal were disappointed because we didn’t get to watch any of the steamy episodes they’re not allowed to watch. “Truth or Dare?” Rose suggested. “Yes,” Mina agreed. She had an evil glint in her eyes, and I knew she was looking forward to using us as test subjects.

Warning -) All are my books. List of Completed books BOOK 1 LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000001955 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride. *completed* Deep romance , heart break , happy ending.Story of a cold hearted billionaire and a sassy beautiful boy ."Do whatever you want to do , call me bitch , slut, whore ,or whatever ,just remember i just want you .i will always have whatever i have wanted ." -JustinRay grace being a popular the most hot eligible bachelor in town .The cold and hot ceo . He hates bitches who loves to spread their legs just for anyone .will the two

Inessa moans loudly, her sexy body writhing ecstatically as I fondle her roughly, biting into her neck when her breath catches, her nails digging through my dress shirt and into my back. “Vyin...” She gasps desperately when I sneakily get around her back to unclip her bra, letting her boobs out of their confinement and slipping out of the palm of my other hand. “Vyin...ah...” She twists her exposed body, tremoring with lustful moans and heightening my fervor to have her. Yet, that one provocative scent...that musky, peachy fragrance exuded by none other than the woman who has invaded my heart and soul, Elizabeth...I can’t find focus. I can’t think straight...this isn’t what I desire.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

he uttered which made me feel more uncomfortable at the moment. Randolph once told me earlier that they can find someone so easily by our scents no matter where we hide. And now, Mr. Bridgerton confessed to me a new ability. Truth be told, I am not interested in what they can and cannot do. It is the least of my worries right now. All I want is to get the hell out of the island to continue my old life no matter how hard it is. "But your heartbeats did not go up or go down. They were steady. You did not stutter either. I could not sense any sweat coming out of your body." he added. "So it means that you are telling me the truth."

Why did every mention of the past suddenly feel heavy? The patio door clicked shut. The second it did, Alex moved. He had her backed against the dining table before she could draw breath, his mouth crashing down on hers as his hands shoved her skirt up exactly the way they had under the Zoom camera. The edge of the table dug into her hips. His fingers found her again, already slick, already aching, and plunged deep. “You were dripping for me under the table while your father sat right there,” he growled against her lips. “Tell me you’re still wet for me, Bridget.”

I gasped, my breath hitching as the tip of his tongue slowly traced along my sensitive lips. I buried my fingers in my hair, my eyes rolling back as he nipped gently at my swollen flesh before circling my clit with his thumbs. The sensation made my toes curl and my back arch helplessly. While Adrian ate me out, Scott and Damien lavished attention on my breasts, drawing shaky breaths and quiet whimpers from my lips. Adrian pushed his tongue deeper into my hole as Scott rubbed slow circles over my clit, making my body twitch beneath their touch. I tangled my fingers in Adrian’s hair, pulling him even closer while he stretched my walls with his tongue, refusing to let me escape the overwhelming