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Only she had brought it in me and it was only for her. "I promise it will be much better than everything you have imagined," my whisper was slow and full of promises. She shivered in response. She shot me a glare before snatching the book from my hands. I chuckled but didn't tear my gaze off her perfect frame as she put the book back on the table. For some unknown reason, being with her feels so right. Almost like she is the one for me. She is my destiny, my one soul mate even though she won't share her secrets with me. She gasped in surprise when I pulled her down and pinned her soft body under my hard muscles. Before she could protest a word I covered her mouth with mine. I pulled both her

“Let me guess – there was no magical spark and unrelenting passion as for Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth?” “Absolutely,” I agreed, my lips twitching into a smile. “He pales in comparison to the wonderful Darcy.” “You and your books.” She shook her head. “There’s nothing wrong with my books. They give me what I don’t have in real life.” “Like the perfect guy?” “Exactly! And until I have my Mr. Darcy, I won’t stop reading. Charlie was definitely not Mr. Darcy.” “You know something? You’re a really bad liar,” she said out of the blue.

Isabella said, straight-faced. “What?” I asked, shocked. “You heard me, I want to tether you to the bed and tease you until you can’t take anymore,” Isabella grinned. “Holy Fuck,” I growled. “Where is this coming from?” “I was reading my romance book on the bus on the way down and a bit on the way back, when you were sleeping,” Isabella stated. “The girl in the book did it to her lover, and it literally made me wet. I thought maybe we could put some of our toys to use. I completely understand if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

I gasped and turned to her. “Amanda, we walked in to him.” “Oh! Forget all about that Rory! That was the most romantic and the sexiest thing I have ever heard.” She said battling her eyelashes at no one in particular. Then she turned back to me, a serious look reflecting .”You do know that I have read a lot of books and so this is not some kind of flattery.” She said to me. I nodded at her. “Yes I know this.” I assured her. “I’m so glad for you and Todd.” She said softly. “It’s not so easy to see true love.”

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“Romance.” My cheeks heated. “It’s… just a book.” “It’s three books,” she corrected, eyes sparkling as she scanned titles. “And look at these tabs. You’re a highlighter and tabber. Nora. That’s serious.” I groaned quietly. “Can we, can we maybe not psychoanalyze my bookshelf?” Bailey turned, clutching the book dramatically to her chest. “I’m not psychoanalyzing. I’m celebrating. Moonbrook has a tragic lack of good book people.”

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t