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filled the room, juices flowing, mixing with the melting ice, her thighs slick and quivering. Her climax hit, her scream echoing, body shuddering, mind blurred with pleasure. - - - Eva lay awake, the creaky bed shifting under her, Hayes’s steady breaths a soft rhythm in the dark. The vanilla candle burned low, its faint glow casting shadows across the cluttered desk, the air thick with their earlier sex. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen flaring with a text from an unknown number: *You looked beautiful against the wall*. Her heart froze, fingers fumbling as she deleted it, the harsh light stinging her eyes.

His free hand grazed her knee under the table, inching up her thigh. "I'll eat your pussy until you scream, make you forget every betrayal. Then my cock—thick, hard—sliding deep, pounding until you cum around me, milking every drop." Diana's breath hitched, her thighs clenching. The buildup was electric, tension coiling tight as she nodded, standing on shaky legs, his hand in hers guiding her out into the rain. The door jingled behind them, the city swallowing their steps, promising nights of raw, sensuous unraveling.

--- Conference Room B was empty when she arrived. Dim. Cold. Sleek glass walls with a view of the glowing city beyond. She stood near the table, trying not to fidget. Her nerves were shredded, but her body was already anticipating him. The door opened behind her. Dominic stepped in, locked the door behind him, and didn’t say a word. He walked over, circled her slowly, his fingers brushing lightly across her hip. She turned, breath shaky. “I thought we weren’t doing this again,” she said softly.

A small amount spilled, warm against my skin. “Careful,” he murmured. Before I could react, he leaned forward. Too close. Way too close. His hand brushed lightly against my chest as he wiped the spill away.his hand carefully and slowly brushed against my n**ples which set a sensitive signal to my head, The contact was brief. Accidental. But my entire body reacted like it wasn’t. A sharp inhale caught in my throat. My pulse spiked instantly. He paused. Just for a second. Like he noticed.

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

Chapter Eleven – Dreams That Burn Caelum’s POV It was the kind of dream that left a man hard, sweating, and guilty all at once. I was inside her. Ardyn. Bent over the marble counter in my private bathroom, water misting from the still-running shower, her palms flat, her body trembling, her breath sharp and broken like she was drowning in me. I was buried so deep I forgot my own name, only the sound of hers clawing at my throat like a sin I couldn’t confess.

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

Nina Romano did not sleep. She lay beside Dante Moretti in the quiet apartment, staring at the ceiling as the first gray light of morning filtered through the curtains. His arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm, grounding in a way she both craved and feared. Every time she closed her eyes, the same thought returned, sharp and relentless. I was placed in his life. The idea crawled under her skin. It made every memory feel suspect. Every laugh. Every argument. Every moment she had believed was chance.

I could smell the cleaning products used on it, something chemical and sharp beneath the musk of sex that clung to me. My fingers twitched against the floor, my nails digging into the carpet as if I could claw my way into the earth and disappear. “Evening,” Dame said, his voice smooth, amused. He didn’t move, didn’t cover me. His thumb traced idle circles on the back of my neck, his boot still planted between my shoulder blades, pinning me in place. “Lovely night, isn’t it?” The woman made a choked sound. The man cleared his throat. “Uh. Yeah. We’ll just—”

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.