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Of course, that meant she was righteous instead, and that didn’t sound good, either. “One. You.” He drifted a step closer. “Are you curious what I learned from my books?” “No.” She tried to sound firm, but she was interested. Those kisses of his had been unusual, unlike any she’d had before. Her boyfriends had always been in a hurry; Jayems liked to linger. That kind of thing could be addictive. “You come off as some kind of cool dignitary, and here you are reading smut in the evenings!” He moved closer. “Is knowing how to please a woman a crime? Is wanting to? Should I take my pleasure and leave her none?”

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For one, more men should read romance novels because they can serve as instruction manuals for relationships. – Nikki Demarco Looking at JD as he hovered over her, Dean couldn’t help the laughter that escaped her. “First, I’m a virgin, I really don’t know what I want.” “I volunteer as tribute.” He began to kiss a trail down her neck to her breasts. “I know you like this.” She gasped as his mouth latched onto her nipple and her back arched in pleasure. “Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.”

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.

It’s not something you’d expect from someone like him, but then again, he does love reading romance books, which says a lot, doesn’t it? I’ve never met a man who enjoys reading books the way he does. It’s something I’ve always wanted—someone who appreciates romance novels, or better yet, someone who writes them. It’s kind of fascinating, in a way. The thing is, he still hasn’t returned the book he borrowed from me, and I haven’t returned the one I borrowed from his office. I finished it ages ago, but I’m in no rush. In fact, I’ve been thinking about giving him the second book I bought months ago—The Billionaire’s Unwanted Bride. Maybe it’ll be a nice gesture, a little something to show him I

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

“I wouldn't stand for that if I were your wife. I couldn't condone you having an affair with that woman. I didn't even like her.” “Oh, I see… If you had liked her, it would have been a different matter.” “Don't be ridiculous! And I certainly wouldn't be your real wife. I may have been reading too many romance novels, but I think I prefer the way they turn out.” “You do?” He looked surprised. “But they usually end up with the hero and the heroine in each other's arms, don't they?” “Well, yes, but… We won't! And that's why you aren't ever going to make love to me. I happen to believe that sort of thing should only happen between people who love each other.”

" He leaned as he crashed his lips with her's whiwl Sara wanito say but Leo did not let her to speak. He ravished her like hungry lion making Sara smile as her lips were chewed on. Leo might be a little different from her but they fit perfectly with each other. They completed each other and fill the gap in their hearts. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The end. Excited for the next story. It will be a school Romance but different.

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.