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Chapter 7 "Here it is," Levi said, pulling out a book from the shelf, which read, "The moonlit pack alongside the Same logo on my shoulder. "That's it, it's the exact same" I said, dragging down my shirt off my left shoulder revealing the tatoo. • • • • • • •

I’ll spend the rest of eternity making it up to you; till the day I die. My heart was overwhelmed by the heat while my stomach was swarmed with butterflies that were knocking on my ribcage eagerly waiting to be let out. All the books had small sticky notes poking out and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that they all stood for something in particular. At the bottom of the box were chocolates including my favorite Hershey and there was a card. I opened it up. To Nemesis,

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

he explained. “Okay, great,” I replied, looking over the books. The romance was a bodice-ripper, I could tell by the cover. I reached for the mystery. Stumpy held it out of my reach. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ve got to pay the fee.” “Fee?” I echoed. “Give Stumpy a squeeze, and you can have the book,” Stumpy said. A squeeze? Cautiously, I opened my arms for a hug. Stumpy chuckled, reached out, and squeezed one of my breasts instead.

I asked myself as I opened the first page, it wasn’t right but I was doing it anyway. “If lost please return to this number, 047xxxxxxxxx,” she has very cute handwriting, she drew cute stickers on the note too, and decorated her name boldly on it, I held the book closer to my nose, and I could still perceive her scent on the book, and it smells nice. “What is wrong with me?” I asked myself as I flipped the book.

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

The closer I peek at the book, the more I see the bold title. “The tighter the pussy, the greater the bliss: a dick’s way to wet land.” It has the drawing of a monster cock in front of it, curved in the shape of a banana. My body’s already hot as I reach for the book. However, the moment my hand lands on it, something like a machine chimes. It's only then that I realize this isn’t a book. It’s a panel designed as a book. My heart thumps as a distinct groan echoes in the study, startling me.