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Prepare for a total rollercoaster, because this second series isn't only going to keep you at the edge of your seat, it would make you vent different kinds of emotion. The Book3 will coming up once I'm done with this series, I hope you continue to support me, encourage me and keeping shipping Roth&Tristan. If you haven't read the Book1, Kindly read it up so you can follow up the story till the end. Don't forget to share, Rate and Drop your comment! let's Go!! *********** THE SEX DOCTOR: BOOK2

“Or is it that kinky book you are reading?” Gabe says nothing, but flushes intensely. “Oh, Gabriel, pussy got your tongue? That’s right you don’t like pussy do you? You just like to hide behind the facade built around you, because why would anyone want or need to know the hot shot CEO is gay?” I taunt. “Take your vibrator and get your rocks off, unless you are man enough to follow through with those promises.”

If he heard or read something or saw it, he knew it. His second geeky habit was he read a lot. Gio had the unfortunate distinction, since the eighth-grade end of the year awards ceremony, of being the only student in the history of his school to have officially read every book in the school library. That was how he knew so much about sex and pleasing a woman. In a forgotten section of the library, he'd found a book he stole. The book was an old religious training book for engaged men called "The Act of Marriage." It was a book a pastor had written explaining how to sexually please a young groom's new wife, complete with drawings and diagrams. Gio had read that book cover to cover at least 50

“Plus, this. Gotta walk the talk.” The book title was: How to Be an Effective Secret Lover. Serena laughed her heart out. She was so amused her eyes watered. “Seriously, you need a guide for that?” “I like to be thorough,” Nathaniel seriously said. “This… is uncharted territory.”

The duke’s guard backed away with wide eyes “Watch your tongue slave, I am no lady.” “My apologies great one.” Despite the fear in the air, the people snorted resentfully as the duke’s guard bowed. Slave or no slave, a man does not bow to a woman. It was perceived as a taboo in the land of Dota. Such men are always seen as a weakling.

I look up from the book I was reading. “What’s tonight?”She rolls her eyes. “I’ve told you five times already; it’s Brian back to school bash at his Penthouse.”Brian was the school’s resident player; he’s on the football and bisexual. Everyone’s pretty cool about that, which makes me happy this school is very LGBT friendly. Still, Brian is a whore who has tries to get me in bed every time he sees me. He refuses to believe someone on campus is not attracted to him. " I’ll stay in.”

Nathan and Booke were on their way to the big house that was now also theirs. Booke had her head on Nathan's lap, she was very tired after all the sexual activity they had had. Liam had a smile on his face when he saw that Booke had finally accepted to be Nathan's omega, or so everyone thought at that moment.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is entered in the "A Touch of Rainbow" writing contest especially created for stories about LGBTQ+. Thank you for supporting queer creations. Other stories by me: Book 1: How to Destroy a Badboy Book 2: The Emancipation of a Badboy

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“