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Mira My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t even hide my surprise. This man was gorgeous. I had seen good looking men before, but he was on an entirely different level. “Mira, meet my dad,” Anna repeated, snapping me out of my completely inappropriate thoughts about all the ways I could gladly devour this man. Anna and I met at a bookstore last month. We clicked instantly and became close fast. Since then, she had been begging me to come over to her house, and now here I was, standing in front of the most breathtaking man I had ever laid eyes on.

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

When I was about to start apologizing, he said, "Too many thoughts. Too many decisions. Too many people depending on me to be infallible." The vulnerability in his voice shook me to my bones. Something twisted in my chest. This was not the cold, commanding king I had first met. This was someone else. Someone who carried weight that would crush most people. "Books help," he continued. "They take me out of my own head for a while. Let me be someone else, somewhere else." I understood that better than he could possibly know. "What do you read?" I found myself asking, moving closer without conscious decision.

The man didn’t stand up or at least meet her eyes to acknowledge her, which Claire found to be a little bit rude for someone who needed help. “So I found all these books”, he said, still staring at the books sprawled in front of him. “But… I really can’t decide which one to choose. I need a recommendation” Claire glanced at the stack of books scattered on the floor and quickly read the titles. Based on the mess, she thought that there must be around twenty books, more or less— all about the history of art. She wasn’t that interested in history nor does she enjoy art, so even if she wanted to, she didn’t have any recommendations to give.

’ W-what were these explicit books? Glaring at him, she couldn’t help but grumble, “…Just what kinds of books are you reading…?!” “…What? Making love is completely normal between married couples, and they’re great at keeping relationships together too. Just so you know, men tend to cheat on their expecting wives, not that I would ever do that. Anyway, just know that I’m reading all these for your sake.” …For her sake? Was he for real?!

I recommend that you read this book," he said and brought out a book titled 'Understanding men' by Taire Stephen. As she collected the book from him, he went on, "This book will give you more insights and explanations to many things you want to know about men. Don't give up on love, Winner. It's so beautiful. It's good to have a partner you love and trust and who loves you in return. So my dear, give it one more chance and you won't regret it," Desmond urged with an assuring smile. "Thanks a lot. I should say I feel more at ease and convinced now after listening to you. Thanks for the book as well. How much is it?" Winner asked.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

What mattered most was the absence of any feminine touches; it was undeniably the dwelling of a single man. I pointed to a row of finance and management books on Trevis's shelf and said, "Trevis, why do you only have these types of books? I enjoy reading some youth and romance novels. How about we go buy some this week and bring them over?" Trevis hesitated and then asked, "Why?" I replied confidently, "Well, when I move in, it will help me adapt more quickly. Reading at night helps me sleep better." Approaching Trevis, I took hold of his arm and continued, "Trevis, could you show me around your place?"

There were some things that Madison did not agree with, but after thinking about it later, she would always be surprised to find that what he said was actually right. Even if there were some extremely provocative words, after thinking about it carefully, they were actually the best example of this world. It was said that men were like a book, and someone only had a few words. It would be boring to be with such a person. However, there was a kind of man who was really profound and knowledgeable. Just like this man, she might not be able to read him thoroughly in her whole life. She was obsessed with him, but she could not understand him all the time.