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he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

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I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

She moaned around his cock, pulling off just enough to whisper, “Yes… yes, I love it.” From the corner of her eye, she saw Rob slump back in his chair, defeated. “Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she added, just to twist the knife. Steve barked a laugh. “You hear that? Can’t fake that.” He let go of her head. “Come ride my face, baby. I want you looking at him when you cum.” Emma crawled up Steve’s body again, straddling his face. She faced Rob as she lowered herself onto Steve’s mouth, his hands gripping her hips tight. “This slut’s pussy is soaked,” Steve said, before Emma muffled him.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

But the slick, shameful heat between my legs told a different story. “That’s it,” Damien growled, his voice rough with lust. “Take my cock like the good little slut you are.” His hips snapped forward, his balls slapping my chin. “You love this, don’t you? Love being on your knees for me.” I couldn’t answer, not with my mouth stuffed full of him, but the way my pussy clenched, the way my nipples ached against the fabric of my bra, was answer enough. Damien pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with my saliva. He stroked himself once, twice, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. “Not enough,” he sneered, his gaze raking over her. “Stand up. Strip. Slowly.”