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He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

Of course, that meant she was righteous instead, and that didn’t sound good, either. “One. You.” He drifted a step closer. “Are you curious what I learned from my books?” “No.” She tried to sound firm, but she was interested. Those kisses of his had been unusual, unlike any she’d had before. Her boyfriends had always been in a hurry; Jayems liked to linger. That kind of thing could be addictive. “You come off as some kind of cool dignitary, and here you are reading smut in the evenings!” He moved closer. “Is knowing how to please a woman a crime? Is wanting to? Should I take my pleasure and leave her none?”

I couldn’t help but wonder why it was that hard even though he was asleep I groaned as I fell to the bed, pressing my hand to my chest. I feel as the nipples harden against the thin fabric of my shirt. A flush creeped up my neck. God. I shouldn’t want him like this. Dian is my best friend. And more importantly, he had never looked at me other than one of his guys, he had barely looked at me like I was a woman. But yet, I craved him so badly. I crawled into bed properly as I stared at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over, trying so hard to ignore the pool of wetness in between my legs, until I feel exhaustion dragging me into a shallow sleep.

If you're sensitive to stories like this just know this book is definitely not for you... I don't want my readers to feel uncomfortable, the whole concept regarding this book was created by me . So please no criticism if you don't like the short stories then don't bother reading them. Note that's this book was specifically created for your own pleasure for those of us who has some particular yearnings and hidden desires . Abella P.O.V. I've always preferred older men. They're usually more mature, and there's just something about a man who has his shit together that checks all my boxes.

“You just did.” He flushed. “Right. Sorry.” His nervous energy delighted me. “Go on.” “I signed up for this workshop because… I wanted to understand women better. Sexually.” He looked at his shoes. “I’ve never really… pleased anyone. Not truly. And I thought maybe learning how to write it might help me… feel it.” I stepped closer, letting silence stretch between us. He didn’t meet my eyes. “Why do you think you haven’t pleased a woman before?” I asked.

That book is something else. Ohh lest I forget, I went back to drop the book and get another one’s. This time around, I focused on billionaire romance. I read one there, it made me so horny. I had to masturbate to it but I made sure to check for cameras; hidden one's especially. I borrowed twenty of them and ran to my room just like the other times. I am on the 6th book now titled A NOT SO CUTE MEET. The author is good.

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My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

“I was thinking of you boxing me in, it’s like in one of my smut books.” “Is it now? I should read them maybe pick up a few tips,” he chuckles deep and throaty. “You don’t need any tips, trust me, Levy. You have seduction and the art of making a woman needy and satisfied down to a fine art.” “Do they turn you on, baby?” Now I feel embarrassed because well, yeah of course they do. Not to mention all the swoony men in them. I’ve lost count of how many book boyfriends I have. Although now I have my very own swoon worthy man.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.