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The study was dark, so I opened the blinds and took in the room. It was very... August. Brown. Black. More black. Not a single color brave enough to survive in here. There was a minibar. I wasn't surprised to find it stocked mostly with expensive whiskey. The bookshelf took up almost an entire wall. Business books. Finance books. Leadership books. Books about making money. Books about keeping money. Books about probably becoming even more unbearable than he already was. Not one novel. Not even a guilty pleasure romance. What a sad life.

I took it and sipped it a little bit. My eyes landed on the book that he's holding. He's reading my book? I turned to him completely shocked for a few seconds and I turned my attention to my coffee again. "You said you love reading right?" He asked. "I'm an editor, how can I not read?" I hissed coldly. "I recommend you to read this book. I bet you will change your mind about your perspective of men." He said as he put my own book in front of me. "I'm not interested." I said.

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.

“Ha! Told you they were addictive!” He goes on. He loves to talk about books. “I loved the bit you’d bookmarked because the heroine was so open about liking to be spanked— and the hero is like me, loving how much it turns her on. I wanted to read it out loud during our scene, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it and still sound like Daddy.” I feel a weight sink off me and through the floor. Now that we’ve tried it, I’d like good clean spanky fun mixed with fucking on a more regular basis, and I think I can even admit that now.

Cole’s apartment was on the top floor of a converted warehouse building downtown. The elevator ride up was silent, tense with crackling desire. Emily’s legs still trembled from the brutal fucking in the alley, but her core throbbed with anticipation for more. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside with a firm hand on her lower back. The place was masculine and dark – exposed brick walls, black leather couch, metal shelves lined with books and empty whiskey bottles. The air smelled like him – musky, spicy, and faintly smoky.

He said and I raised my eyebrow. “You do?” “Yes, I do. I was known as a geek in a highschool. And a nerd, I was always reading and reading. I read romance novel whenever I'm bored. But I'm more interested in reading any book that has to do with finance.” He said and I nodded my head in approval. “Wow. I like the fact that you read. I've not met a lot of men that likes to read.” I told him and he nodded. “Yes definitely, j can understand where you're coming from, but trust me, I feel like there are men out there who actually read a lot. I just think the society has made it look like, only women are interested in books.” He said and I nodded.

Dan said. “Alright, Beta, we trust your judgment,” the men said and parted, and me and Dan entered inside. Just like the outside, the inside was telling too, huge and layered with books upon books. I was starting to think finding the book in particular wasn’t going to be easy. “You want to read about rogues and run patterns, right?” Beta Dan asked. “Yes, and other related things,” I added, so as not to ruin the possibility of diverging into something else later.

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.

Brielle's POV Didn’t they say old tools were usually rusted? Then why did this man fuck so good? I thought as Mr. Brooke drove roughly into my pussy, his cock pounding into me with brutal precision. His movements were relentless, hard enough to leave me breathless. Every thrust sent pleasure crashing through my body while his hands roamed over me possessively, gripping whatever part of me he could reach. I could barely hold myself together, my fingers twisting into the sheets as helpless sounds spilled from my lips.

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.