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Eve’s POV The reception passed in a blur of champagne toasts and polite conversation and photographs that would be in the society pages by morning. I smiled and laughed and held Devin's hand and pretended everything was fine. But the whole time my thoughts were spinning. He was gay. He had always been gay. He had told me he was gay when we were teenagers, and I had never questioned it. But gay men did not kiss women the way Devin had kissed me. Gay men did not have that kind of physical reaction to holding their female best friend.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

He huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf, but he always reserved his tenderness and kindness toward me. “Human romance, anyway,” Rain replied nonchalantly, his focus on my hair. “I knew I’d never learn that shit out in the woods living like a rogue. So I read up on that stuff.” “That explains so much shit,” one of the guards, Sean, muttered at the door, having that “aha!”-look in his eyes. I tried to suppress a smile but didn’t succeed. Somehow, the idea of Rain just sitting around in all his raw alpha-male masculinity reading a pink romance book with half-naked photo-shopped men on the cover, had my lips twitching. I bet most of his men probably thought he was gay, but were too afraid to

“You know the Word and still sin.” He leans in. His lips brush my ear. “You moaned my name last night, didn’t you?” My cheeks flame. I don’t answer. So he presses. “You touched yourself to that voice note. The one where I told you to imagine me inside you. Didn’t you?” I close my eyes. God forgive me. “…yes.” --- He kisses me. Not like a boy. Like a man who’s fantasized for years about shutting me up. His tongue slides past my lips like he owns my mouth.

His thoughts of what could become of their little hookup were disrupted when Toussaint dropped him on the queen-sized bed where he claimed Jace’s sore lips without mercy. The kiss wasn’t harsh; no. It was simply lustful and beautiful. Toussaint was like a beast with an insatiable desire and Jace was willing to be his prey. They could never get enough of each other. Jace gave in to the pleasure as their tongues clashed, their body melding into one as sweat and cum and sex lingered thickly in the air. Toussaint broke the kiss abruptly and reached for the nearest drawer on his left, his hot gaze never leaving Jace. He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as h

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

He stood and slipped out of his shorts and boxers, his member already hard and erect. I licked my lips, my hips arching with desire to feel him between my legs. He turned and knelt on the floor, fumbling for his jeans. I heard the plastic packaging open, and he returned, ready for me. He climbed up onto the bed and kissed me deeply as he moved over my body. I wrapped my arms around his back, and he positioned himself at my entrance. We locked gazes, the blue of his eyes shining even in the dark as he delved into me.

“Does it matter what he came here for? I think we’re missing the point. Can we just appreciate how hot that man is? He’s literally perfect.” Jaxon chuckled. “Aren’t you into women? I thought Genesis was more your type.” Danielle grinned. “Of course. She’s definitely my type. But I still have eyes. Being gay doesn’t mean I’m blind.” She tilted her head toward me. “Right, Grace? You also think the boss is hot?” I sighed. Why did people insist on dragging me into every conversation that involved Apollo? I nodded, about to form a casual response, when River’s phone rang.

I had hit him and I deserved every punishment he wanted to dish out on me. My eyes were glossy, tingling at the edges even as I tried to keep them open, to feed my eyes what the sight that may last me a lifetime when, Jonathan's cock slipped out and he placed Gerald down gently. I watched in lustful fascination as his prolapse pushed out and went back in, making a wet sound and his hole gaped so wide. My cock trembled that I held it so hard, this was beyond hot, this was sinfully erotic. Aaron and Max closed in on him. My heart raced as I watched Aaron get on the floor and Gerald was pulled to sit on his cock.

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.