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I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.

A sigh left my lips. "How did it get to this?" I mused. My eyes fell closed. But the moment it did, the memories which never came in full scenes hit me. Fire. Big. Burning. The smell of it was vivid in the air even at present as my body swayed. It did not even smell like wood burning on that very day. It was something else. Like food. Barbecue. It was flesh. Human flesh. I could clearly recall the voices which had been shouting from somewhere below where I was.

It doesn’t matter that I don’t see any; I’m aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can’t resist pushing on a door that’s partially open—cameras or no. It’s directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I’m excited to find that it’s a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon’s office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won’t do it. I’ll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It’s barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

🍑Sin City Exposure🍑 “Fuck, Zara… someone’s going to see us.” I ignored Derrick’s warning and pressed my body harder against the glass balcony railing of our 45th-floor suite at The Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas. The neon lights of the Strip glittered below like a sea of diamonds, the distant sound of slot machines and crowds floating up on the warm desert wind. My short black dress was already bunched around my waist, my bare ass exposed to the night air as Derrick stood behind me, his thick cock rubbing against my soaked pussy.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

Almost reverent. Then he murmured, "Back there." He nodded toward the rear of the store, behind a half-curtained passage marked STAFF ONLY-where the lighting faded, and dusty crates of used books lined the walls. Clara didn't speak. She just turned and walked, her knees still weak, heart racing. Julian followed. Back stacks. No cameras. No witnesses. Just the heavy scent of paper and want. As soon as they were hidden behind the curtain, he pressed her against the wall of crates, mouth finding her neck, sucking deep bruises into her skin. She gasped, moaned, grabbed his coat lapels.

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.

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In a rush, I go to stand in front of the air conditioner to cool myself, even though I know that the it cannot help the hotness I feel. The heat is not just from the chase… The hotness is from the forbidden wetness between my thighs. A wetness born out of lust for something that should be unallowed, a despirw for omething my family should never know about… How do I explain that being in the same car as Kole Powers, the son of my family's enemy, while running from a mutual enemy got me this hot and bothered? I sigh loudly from pleasure as I push my boobs together and rub them slowly through my clothes.