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He jolted her back to reality and that was when she realized what she was doing and bit down on her lips nervously. “I will take this call” Vanessa announced after a while and made her way out of the room leaving the two of them. “What book are you reading now?” Nathan asked her and for a moment she was tongue tied. “What book are you reading now?” He asked again. “Bared to you by Sylvia Day” “And what’s the most inspiring quote from it?” “He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions”

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

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"But you? Please. With your flat chest? Even if you were to strip bare, no one would bother looking." I curved my lips into a faint smile and said nothing. “Go ahead, laugh. Soon, you’ll have no reason to,” I thought. Just as I expected, by the next day, Linda’s photos were plastered all over the university’s confession page. The caption read: "To the student in question: Please be mindful of your image and stop flaunting yourself. The school provides proper showers. Why insist on bathing on the balcony? Are you trying to seduce someone? Most of the men here already have girlfriends. Cover yourself up. Don’t you think this is disgraceful?"

The charm Jayde had given me swung back and forth around the sow’s neck, glinting faintly under the moonlight, making the entire scene even more grotesque. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. And then, my phone suddenly lit up. I glanced down. It was a message from @HollowBranch. "Don’t trust her. She’s trying to use your womb to raise something evil."

That takes the wind out of my sails and I sit back in my chair to regroup. I appraise Barbara as I take a sip of my latte and the Halle Berry comparison comes to mind. She really does look like her. The cleavage I was starring at in the bookstore is even more apparent from the way she is leaning towards me. I barely taste the hot liquid going down my throat as I take in the erotic sight of the exposed portion of her caramel-colored breasts.

Their rough hands touched bare skin as she vainly tried to cover up and push them away. Miles's voice played in her ear. "It's been awhile since we had an employer as sexy as you, Ava..." A hand grabbed her bare ass as another grasped one of her laced breasts, "or as ready to get fucked. We're pretty pent up, you know..." With a click, her bra went slack and fell to the ground. Miles cupped her bare tits from behind before she could cover them herself.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss?" "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now?" "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book. "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about m

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

“After one shirtless vision?” “He glowed,” I whispered. “So does fungus. That don’t make it mate material.” “Did you see those abs? I could use them to cut bread.” “Girl, I know you’re lonely, but let’s not go feral over abs and cheekbones.” “I’m not going feral. I’m going cautiously enchanted. There’s a difference.” “You drooled.” “I was hydrated.” But… The book flopped open on its own. Magic pulsed from the pages like a heartbeat.