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SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

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My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

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She could feel the peaceful aura that enveloped the little house, inviting her in. In the center of the living room was a lavish fireplace, with a roaring fire that illuminated the entire room. "We'll get the dinner ready for you—" the man began but he was quickly cut off by Kevin who shook his head in refusal. "You can leave!" Kevin commanded sternly, striding towards the bar in the corner. Bottles of the finest wines lined the shelves, their labels proudly displayed. Glinting in the light were crystal glasses, adding an air of sophistication and refinement. His vast collection of bottles, all carefully chosen, reflected his passion for exquisite drinks quite boldly.

"So no snooping in the bag." "I hate surprises," Cole groans and we go into the living room where Danielle is reading. "That's my book," Marcus says and Danielle holds her hand up as she finishes what she's reading. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the sass she's giving him. "I kept your place, don't worry," she says and shows him where his bookmark is. Marcus grumbles and lets her have the book. Marcus makes stir fry for tea while Cole and Danielle stalk hot guys on I*******m. I sit next to them with Minnie on my lap and give my input when they ask.

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“I mean, I was just saying. She added, dragging my hands in hers. C’mon let’s go inside. I followed suit, involving her in a conversation. “Babe, guess what! Sophia's brows furrowed, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “Spill the beans, Christy, what’s going on?” “I met this handsome godly temptation of a man”, I continued. Sophia’s eyes widened. “A man? She repeated. “That you had to describe him this way?” I nudged her again. Grinning. While Sophia didn’t genuinely crave intimate relationships with men, she acknowledged that the practical necessity of such encounters was solely for the aim of conception. I continued with my story anyway. “He is a massage therapist. ”Chief brought him in to hel

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.

He pushes open a massive oak double door, further down the hall, and we enter his bedroom. Kassian I bring her into my sanctuary. The air is different here: scents of old leather, cedar, cold tobacco, and me. The room is vast, sober, dominated by an immense bed with a dark canopy. The walls are lined with books, a stone fireplace is set into the far wall. The only lights come from discreet oil lamps and the dying embers in the hearth. It's a den. My den. And I have just brought my most precious prey into it.