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It felt like Pandora's box, full of mystery and danger. Back when Conrad and I were tangled up together in the study, I'd asked him more than once what he kept inside that meant so much to him. But he always avoided answering, never giving me the code. Instead, he'd just tease me to guess. I tried my birthday, his birthday, even our anniversary, but nothing worked. My hands shook as I entered Jenny's birthday, praying for the first time that I'd gotten it wrong. The safe clicked open. My heart sank into the abyss. Inside, there was a pair of matching rings, their inner bands engraved with "Conrad & Jenny".

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Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

The spice cabinet contained a lot of herbs in bottles, jars, and boxes. Dried, ground, cut, tincture infused. And many bottles of composed drinks. And of course a very high pile of books, magazines, folders, notebooks. All with spells that corresponded to all those herbs. It was going to be a long afternoon. They had to work hard to be ready for the evening. ‘How are things really?’ Esmee asked suddenly. ‘What?’ Maddie took a sip of her tea. ‘Well, I mean the sex.’ Esmee looked at her closely.

“The spiced lamb is my specialty. Sit. I’ll make you a plate.” I sat on a low wooden stool beside the stall, trying to ignore how my cock was already starting to stir. She worked quickly, her body moving with natural confidence; her hips swaying, breasts bouncing lightly with each motion. Every time she turned, I caught glimpses of her smooth, shaved pussy and the soft jiggle of her ass. She handed me a plate piled high with hot lamb, flatbread, roasted vegetables, and a spicy sauce. The first bite was pure heaven. I groaned in pleasure, closing my eyes as the flavors exploded on my tongue.

he muttered, squinting at the buffering screen. “Or maybe you just don’t know how to use technology,” I shot back, tossing him a fresh bag of chips. The kind he liked—spicy, the ones that made my tongue burn. His grin flashed, that cocky, maddening grin that got him laid more than it should. “You keep buying my favorite brand. Makes me wonder if you’d die without me around.” “Or maybe I like watching you suffer from heartburn,” I said, but my lips curled despite myself.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.