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He stood and offered Jasmine his hand as Mathin did the same for Andrea. They toured the market. At Mathin’s insistence, Andrea bought several beautiful books. Each was covered with sturdy leather and bound with brass. One was a cookbook. “The Haunt version of Betty Crocker,” Jasmine assured her as she handed it to her. “Just don’t try the recipe for pickled beetle eggs.” She smiled wickedly. “Too spicy.” She selected several bottles of essential oil and fragrance from the perfumer, and Mathin pointed out which spices they came from as he purchased supplies. She chose her own herbs and seasonings from the colorful display of glass jars available in one of the numerous outdoor booths.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

there was no look of admiration or curiosity there, Celine was sure of it. That's why she still needed Jacob to take her goal one step further. “You guys don't get along?” asked Celine while playing with the tip of her spoon. The curry soup, which had a rich flavor of spices, was already half finished. According to Celine, this was the most delicious curry soup she had enjoyed in Yazeran. And she was determined to finish it. I can still imagine how hard it was for her to eat. Celine now, really appreciated the food in front of her.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

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“Look what I have.” “Is this my book?” she giggled as she recognized the cover. “Where did you get this?” “Belkin was telling us how you’re an author. I got a copy. I am very excited to read it. No wonder you are so brave and heroic when you write such stories.” “You do know this is a spicy book.” “Spicy? Cookbook?” “No. Sexy. It’s got a lot of sex in it. The main character has two penises.” “Lucky man! Is the book explicit?” he made wide eyes. “Does he use both penises?”

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

He could just extend his tongue to pop a ripe grape into his mouth like Caesar, or kiss the soft soles of his mother's gorgeous delicate feet. 'Fun meals' were a play on words from that restaurant chain. Some might not like this, but I saw what I saw. Whether it was a burger, or cocktail shrimp, the dish rested on the softly rippling abs of his in-shape mother. What made them a 'fun meal' was that the condiments were, umm, on top of her feminine place entrance. Yes, he was dipping shrimp there and delighting in them. Some would find it incredibly off-putting but others (myself included) would find it absolutely riveting.

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.