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"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

He lifts me and carries me to the bed as he lays me down on it. “While sex just involves the body, the best sex involves the mind. That there, most of it was your mind, you were unable to hear, see or talk, which made your senses overloaded. I could have tied you there and just spoken to you and made you cum if I wanted to."

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

The words unleashed him. His pace turned savage, slamming into her again and again until she screamed, body quaking, pleasure unraveling her. Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming, her walls clenching around him like a vice. He cursed, shuddered, then spilled inside her with a guttural groan, grinding her down onto him as if he could bury himself even deeper. They clung to each other, trembling, breathless, the air thick with sex and something far more dangerous.

to continue. He knew he was off-limits. She knew she should have run. But when lust turned into obsession, could either of them stop before it destroyed them all. ****** /Esme/ “Your sex life sucks, Esme. It’s nothing to write home about.” I rolled my eyes and tried not to groan. “It’s not that bad, girlie. Stop making it sound worse than it actually is, especially with that expression on your face.” Jane scoffed. “Really, babe? You’ve never had an orgasm in your life, and you’re about to marry the same dude who doesn’t even know how to make you cum. Really?”

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

"Dr. Cross, my heart was bothering me last night. It's been over twelve hours. Waiting for you to check on me — I'd be cold in a box by now." Adrian looked at his mother and chose not to call out the lie. He stood up, as if to leave. "Well, if you're feeling better, keep reading. I have things to do." "Stop right there!" Vivian's eyes widened. "I'm not finished." She slapped the book in her hand onto the coffee table, cover side up. Two titles stared back at him: Andrology and Sexual Medicine, and The Self-Help Guide to Improving Sexual Function: A Therapist's Manual.

Legs locked around him. He pulled out at the last second. Fisted his cock—stroked twice, hard—and came. Hot ropes painted her stomach, her breasts, one thick stripe across her nipple. He kept stroking through it, milking every drop until he was shuddering, breath ragged. They collapsed. Him half on top of her, half beside. Sweat cooled on their skin. The room smelled like sex—musky, salty, thick. No words. No cuddling. Just heavy breathing. Hearts hammering. The wet spot spreading under her back.

My back arched off the bed, my bound wrists straining against the metal of the cuffs. “Caspian!” I cried, my eyes blurring with tears of both pain and a pleasure so intense it felt like dying. “Mine,” he growled, his hands gripping my waist so hard his fingers left bruises. “Every inch of you. Every breath. You belong to me.” He began to move—a fast, relentless pace that showed no mercy. Every thrust hit my prostate with the force of a hammer, sending waves of white-hot lightning through my nerves. He wasn’t just having sex with me; he was conquering me. He was driving himself into me as if he wanted to leave a permanent mark on my soul.