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Cam tugs on a strand of her hair thoughtfully. “I have a couple ideas about what it could be. Let me double check something.” She goes to the locked cage and with a hand over the lock and a few whispered words she opens it. She rummages around and pulls out a tightly bound leather book from the back of the shelf before closing up the cage and returning to the little table slash workspace that we’re all standing around. There aren’t chairs in here, but there wouldn’t be room for them even if there was. It’s a small price to pay for the privacy. “What’s that?” Harry asks, standing far too close to Cam and leaning over her shoulder. She snaps the book shut and ducks out and away from him.

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But she… she was beyond anything I had prepared for. I ran a finger along the spines of the books, sliding past titles in languages I didn’t recognize, scripts older than kingdoms, runes that whispered to one another. One tome fell into my hands, its cover warm under my touch, vibrating faintly as if alive. I opened it, and the pages exhaled a scent like aged honey. The text scrolled across the page, weaving histories of bloodlines that bled power, lineage that could bend reality.

Opening it silently, I strained for signs of anyone else in the hotel who might recognize me or who I may know. Throwing caution to the wind, I stole down the hall, my feet lightly pattering on the marble floor as I hurried down to the bookshop. I looked around and found one I thought was fitting for the occasion: Lady Chatterley's Lover based on the title because I felt I could relate with her but half not trusting myself not to give in to the lust-filled pages and half gleeful with excitement, I chose the book and headed back to my suite. Shutting myself in the bedroom, I curled up on the oversized chair again and got lost in its pages.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

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.

Then he dragged his fingers down to my opening, feeling all the wetness. “You are such a nasty bitch, you know that?” He asked as he kept rubbing around my warm and licking flesh. “Yes, sir, I do.” I nodded, trying my best not to buck my hips into his slow and torturous touch. I was all bare on his desk; my fantasy that I never thought would realize outside my book and head was playing out. And I was helpless… willingly. “See how you’re dripping for me?” He brought his fingers up and licked them clean, his eyes closed to the sweetness, as if I was the nectar of the sweetest flower on earth.

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