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At least not anything that should matter to someone like Albert Craig. My phone buzzed. A text message. I immediately grabbed it. Unknown Number: "Should you change your mind, the invitation remains open. Have a good day, Ms. George." That was it. No pressure, no explanation, and no details, just enough mystery to drive me insane. I hated him already.

My mouth went dry. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Lila,” he admitted, his voice cracking a little. “Every time you prance around the house in those tiny shorts, bending over… teasing me… I jerked off thinking about you more nights than I can count.” The confession was like lightning. All the guilt, all the filthy fantasies I’ve hidden, they weren’t one-sided he wanted me too. He sat on the edge of the bed. His big hand landed on my knee and slowly slid up my thigh, spreading me open. I shivered hard; his touch was scorching.

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Fabian buried himself deep, groaning her name as he came, pulsing hot inside her, filling her completely. They collapsed together, bodies slick and trembling. He stayed inside her, rolling to the side so she lay half on his chest. The fire popped softly as they caught their breath. “I love you,” Pyhna whispered, tracing one of his scars. “No matter what comes next.” Fabian kissed the top of her head, his hand stroking her back. “I love you too. But we can’t stay here forever. They’ll track the phone eventually. Tomorrow we move again. I need to end this.”

“What the…” He didn’t finish. He yanked the shirt up and over her head. The cool air hit her skin, followed by the shock on his face as he stared at the tight, constrictive binder she wore. “Cyril… what is this?” There was no going back. The酒精, the years of longing, the thrill of his touch—it all exploded. “It’s Cynthia,” she breathed, the name a secret finally set free. Her hands went to the binder’s clasps at her side, fingers fumbling before it loosened and she could peel it away.

He turned his back and was about to leave when he heard the door open behind him. “What do you want?” She asked. He immediately walked in and presented her with all the gifts. “I’m so sorry about Cassie” he said as he held her hands and looked straight into her eyes. “Yes we had a thing but it wasn’t serious, not like this. We only slept once or twice but she didn’t want to get over it, I never said anything about love to Cassie and she knows it. She’s definitely jealous and just wants to ruin us. I love you B, and I don’t even care anymore if the whole company finds out about us, I’ll leave if they ask…I’d do anything for y-

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he picked me up gently, without breaking our connection. He opened the car door and we slid into the back seat. But then he stopped. He pulled back breathing heavily, his eyes searching mine in the dim interior light of the car. I looked into his eyes and understood what he was asking. He was giving me the space to step away if I wanted to. Without words, I nodded. I saw the flash of heat in his eyes as we found each other's lips again. This time it became more intense. He tore his lips from mine, and placed a kiss on my forehead, as he gently slipped his hands through my dress caressing my b**bs like they deserved an award, I moaned gently, slipping

He looked at Elise with hatred and walked to the door, slamming it hard on his way out. "That bast..." "Cast, I'm not allowed to say a bad word" Elise hissed in frustration, sat on her bed, and tried to open the mysterious book. The book didn't open, and every time she tried to open it, she ended up with a shock. "Perhaps only the werewolves can." She thought and looked at Chloe, who quickly turned her head away when she saw Elise looking at her.

“I was drunk that night… overthinking everything. Sandra was off, and I told the gate man not to let anyone in unless it was work-related. Annabel lied to him. She told him I asked her to bring a file. “She came upstairs… and she stripped. Right there. I begged her to leave, I even shouted… but I was weak. Not because I wanted her, but because I was broken, we romanced that day and that almost lead to sex but nothing happened.” “Florence, I never slept with her. Since then, she’s been trying to get me. The day you came to my office and walked in? She wanted it again. But I said no. I’ve said no every single time.” “She was just trying to manipulate me with the statement that after what happe