Autumn Outside The Post Office

“Can I fuck you?” “Yes.” The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more. He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?” *** Blackmailing my boss, the man with a panty-melting smirk and a reputation for being untamable, into posing as my date for my cousin’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong? Duncan Willis is everything I’m not: impossibly handsome, dangerously confident, and wrapped in a designer suit that hints at the power beneath. He’s the kind of man women fantasize about—and the kind who never looks twice at someone like me. Until I catch him in a compromising position. Suddenly, I have leverage. And I need a wedding date. But here’s the thing: He thinks I’m blackmailing him. He has no idea I’m falling right into his trap. Because Duncan doesn’t get forced—he gets even. And this weekend, in my childhood bedroom under my parents’ roof, the lines between fake dating and real desire are about to blur… until neither of us remembers this started as a lie.

Burning Hot 🔥 Ignite Your Darkest Desires ⚠️Do NOT open unless you’re ready to BURN ⚠️Do NOT read unless you crave the HOTNESS. A filthy, pulse-pounding collection of taboo erotica crafted exclusively for 18+ sinners who live for the forbidden rush. Inside, you’ll devour: Stepfather-stepdaughter secrets: that drip with guilt-soaked lust, his rough hands claiming what he shouldn’t, her tight, trembling body arching under him in the dark. Office affairs: where power suits rip open, desks become altars, and her moans echo as he bends her over, thrusting deep while the clock ticks. Exhibitionist thrills: strangers’ eyes devouring every exposed inch as she’s fucked against fogged glass, her cries muffled by his palm. Voyeuristic obsessions: hidden cameras catching every slick slide, every gasp as step-siblings finally snap, bodies colliding in a frenzy of sweat and sin. Kinky one-shots that push every limit: cuffs biting wrists, blindfolds heightening every wet lick, every brutal thrust until you’re begging for release. Each story is a standalone inferno, different bodies, different taboos, same blistering heat. Feel the throb between your thighs, the slick ache building, the shudder when they finally give in. Lock the door. Let the flames consume you. You’ve been warned.

Liliana Patrick, a twenty three years old timid and clumsy lady who lost everything in a blink of an eye. Suffer was an understatement in her case, she had nothing, no shelter, no friends, no family. But when she steps her leg in to Kings Company, she was introduced to another world she never knew about. Nicholas King, an example of rude and arrogant, cold, dominant, commanding and heartless. The thirty years took over his late father's property after he passed away, he shows no mercy to his workers, he can fire you with just a little mistake. But when his eyes roam her body as she walks into his office, he claimed her as his. I took a seat in front of him. "Good morning Sir-" I greeted but he cuts me off. "Did I ask you to seat?" His voice, so raspy, so deep, so sensual, so husky and so......British? I never knew the Kings were British. But what took my attention were those words he said. "Uhh....." I stood up immediately. "I'm sorry" I apologize but he looks angry or something. "You came sixteen minutes late, left my door opened, sat on the chair like you own the place" he snarled at me..... okay, Mr rude. "I.....I said I was sorry" I look away from him, he shuffle and his cologne filled my nostrils, sandalwood and lavender oil. "You are not to talk back till I ask you to. Sit" he ordered and I did. He grabs what looks like my resumè, he looks at me in an instant. His blue orbs holds no emotions in his eyes as he stares at me, but what was so intriguing was the fact that he's intimidating me really bad.

Bound by his secret Ameera Clarke has always known how to fight for survival—working endless shifts, barely keeping her sick mother alive, and holding her world together with nothing but grit and late-night prayers. When she lands a job as secretary to the ruthless billionaire Kevin Black wood, she tells herself it’s just another paycheck. Another mask to wear. But the first time she steps into his office, her breath stills. Those piercing eyes… she’s seen them before. Under the moonlight. In the shadows of a night she swore she’d never speak of again. Kevin Blackwood is every rumor come true—cold, merciless, untouchable. He thrives on control, and Ameera’s defiance is the one thing he can’t bend to his will. She infuriates him. Challenges him. Tempts him. And the more he pushes her away, the deeper she burrows under his skin. But Kevin has a secret. One powerful enough to ruin them both. And when past and present collide, Ameera will have to decide whether to run from the man who could destroy her… or fall for the one she can’t resist. One thing is certain: in his world of power, lies, and dangerous desires—love is the most dangerous game of all.

Buku ini juga dikenal dengan judul "The Rustling Autumn Breeze Knows My Heart". Untuk dapat menyelamatkan nyawa ibunya 5 tahun yang lalu, Sally Jacob pergi kepada seorang pria dan memutuskan untuk tak akan pernah melihat anaknya setelah proses persalinan. Lima tahun kemudian, seorang anak yang menggemaskan merengek-rengek meminta ciuman sayang, pelukan dan tidur dengannya. Sally Jacob memberikan apapun yang diminta anak laki-laki mungil ini dengan senang hati.

When a pampered socialite in post civil war Boston seeks adventure and romance, she finds peril, heartache, and tragedy along with it. Answering an ad in The Matrimonial News, she secretly marries by proxy, but is widowed before she gets to meet her husband. The fact that she's naïve and unskilled in the ways of love when she finally encounters the man of her dreams only adds to her situation.

“I'm going to come!” I mustered. “Don't come till I tell you to,” he breathed out his order. I strained to hold the feeling, but he slammed into me two more times and I felt my core tighten, my balls shrunk and a sensation scurried along the tip of my cock, the thick ropes spewing. "What did I say?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a chill down my spine. He pulled out abruptly, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness. My body trembled, every nerve frayed. He moved to the drawer, my chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as he pulled out a nipple clamp, a whip, and a thick dildo. I swallowed hard. A slow, wicked chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Oh, love,” he murmured, dragging the leather whip along my sensitive, overstimulated skin. "We’re just getting started.” Oliver’s life as a sex worker was about to come to an end, until he met the Billionaire with a kinky taste that changed his life. He soon discovers that the company he got accepted to as an intern is run by the same man, Benjamin and he is plunged into a secret office romance where he becomes Benjamin’s play thing. In this gripping tale of sex, desire and romance, haunting characters from Benjamin’s past reveal themselves and Oliver finds himself entwined in a world of deception, betrayal...and dangerous emotions that threatens his love for Benjamin.

" You'll have to warm my bed every single night, you will always be available for me. And during this period you will not come in contact with any men- " Mr. Noah puts out his conditions, his voice emitting authority. " I'm not in a relationship with anyone so I won't be having sex with anyone except you, you can trust me on that one. " I reply quickly. " Oh no sweetheart, I'm not talking about that. You will not talk to any man or come in contact with them, as long as you are my mistress. You see I am a bit possessive of my things. " He says with an evil glint in his eyes, standing awfully close to me. " I'm not a thing but a human being. " I object. " Doesn't matter now. You're body is my property for the entire month. " He replies carelessly. " As I was saying, you'll be my mistress and work for me in this office at the same time. You'll be my personal secretary. Make coffee, fetch me lunch, mop the floors if I say so and much more." He states. " And one more thing waitress, I hate disobedience and disrespect. Make sure you have no trace of that when appearing in front of me or else I'll make you hate your existence." He threatens, who does he think of himself to be, God? I just nod to his unfair demands, bowing my head down. This is more like slavery. But what other choice do I have? Blackmailing the most notorious Billionaire in America can't end so well, now can it? Well Emma made the mistake, and now the devilish Billionaire will make her pay for it!

His lips crashed into mine like he couldn’t stop himself. Like he had been holding something back for too long and it had finally cracked. I wanted it just as badly as he did. “I tried to ignore this,” he muttered against my lips, voice rough and ragged. “Tried to erase it.” His mouth returned to mine, hotter, hungrier, tongue sliding into mine, tasting me like I was something he needed to survive. “But you’re everywhere,” he breathed, kissing the corner of my mouth, then down to my throat. “In my head, my routine, in my f*cking sleep haunting every dream.” I couldn’t answer. “You’ve broken me,” he whispered into my skin, like a secret he never meant to say out loud. “And I can’t even bring myself to hate it.” My body trembled at the admission. I affected him as much as he affected me and that thought was heavenly. ********* She was the quiet shadow behind his magnificent empire, efficient, obedient, forgettable.He was the billionaire with the Midas touch of gold and power, untouchable, commanding, and always in control. But when Mark Rexona walks into his office and finds his seemingly shy and diligent secretary, Teresa Smith , with her fingers deep in a fantasy that stares something in him, something that destroys his control. Two worlds collide then collided, hers, filled with quiet but intense yearning and hidden heat and his, was ruled by dominance and untamable desire. What starts as one very stupid mistake behind a supposedly locked door spirals into an exciting and intoxicating game of lust, secrets, and power plays. He wants to own her and her pleasure and she is still haunted by the ghosts of her past.

After being forced to marry a man she didn’t know to save her father’s business, Cassandra thought her life would change. But it didn’t. The marriage was married on paper that meaning nothing. After she married, she was still allowed to continue living as she wished. A year after her marriage, Cassie applied for a job at a big company that brought many changes to her life. That was when she discovered that her boss was a cold-blooded mafia who killed with his bare hands—the worst man she had ever met. Their first encounter happened when she accidentally walked into her boss’s room and caught him having sex with a woman. And to her shock, her boss turned out to be her husband—the man who hadn’t shown up on their wedding day. *** “Cassandra Ainsley Floyd?” Chris repeated the name, then looked up to see the woman standing in front of his desk. “Yes, Sir." “Are you married?” The question slipped freely from his lips as he waited for an answer. “No, Sir. I’m not married.” Her answer broke the silence between them. “Alright, you’re hired, Miss Floyd. Starting tomorrow, you’ll work as my secretary. Come in tomorrow morning, and my personal assistant will show you what you need to do.” As soon as Cassandra walked out of his office, Chris called his trusted person impatiently. “Yes, Christ?” “Do you still have my wife’s information? I’ve forgotten her name, but as long I remember, her last name is Floyd, isn’t she? I think she just applied for a job at my company without knowing I’m her husband. Interestingly, it seems she has a special relationship with my cousin.”