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I wanted to kiss him again so badly, and I could barely get my key into the door. I finally slid it in, the door unlocked, and the door swung open easily. I turned to look back at him, and his hand came to my cheek, pulling me into a kiss. I stood in the doorway, my knees turning to Jell-O as he pushed his lips into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, losing myself to his kiss.

Then I pushed past him and opened my door, slamming it shut in his face as I disappeared inside. Hello guys, please don't forget to comment and give gems to the book. Also check out BRIDE TO BE and HIS BROKEN PRINCESS, leave comment and reviews on the book page in About the book. Thankyou. A. Gupta

I ran to the romance shelf first and started checking from side to side and I still did not see anything. I sighed in confusion because I had thought that I was going to see the clue in the romance section. I went to the section for fantasy books and I kept checking each side of a book, my eyes caught on a very attractive cover and I smiled before pulling it out. The cover was so beautiful and I read the title, 'Curse Of The Wolves'. It was written by my favorite author in the world, Jane Doe. I had read all of her books and all are a masterpiece and I had no doubt that the one I held in my hands was going to be a great read as well.

The floor was carpeted, muffling the sound of our footsteps. Travis pulled out his keys, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. I followed him into the room, and before I could even take in the book-lined walls and large mahogany desk, Travis reached behind me and slammed the door shut. Click. The sound of the deadbolt sliding into place echoed through the quiet office like a gunshot.

I yelled and pushed him off me, trying to put space between us. "What is it?" George asked, his voice laced with lust and passion. "There's a guy on his balcony just across from us; he's watching us George," I said as I pointed to the sliding doors. George looked at where I pointed at with his hand wrapped around his length, fisting his cock. "So?" He said as he turned to look back at me with a questioning look. "So, close the sliding door and shut the curtain." I said as I glared at him.

Ely asked as he towered over her and Kim was curious. New room? She nodded and he kisses her again and then stood up and helped her to her feet. The man opened the walkin closet, the closet where both their clothes were, and Kim's mouth went agape when she saw him tap on a shoe and the whole of that wall moved. It revealed a dark room where everything from the walls to the furniture inside was black. “What's this?" She asked. “Our secret sex room," he said and laughed at the way she looked. She wasn't afraid. No. She had an intrigued air around her. She wanted to know what he meant and so, she walked in and didn't even realize when the wall slid back in place and they were isolated in their

I walked in and shut the door, then jumped onto my bed. I groaned into my pillow as I tried my best not to remember what I did, but I couldn't. Why didn't I confess to the man I was madly in love with in a better way other than when I was drunk and acting stupid. My ears perked up when I heard the door close. My eyes widened, and my lungs tightened. Then my heart skipped a beat when I smelt his cologne. Anthony was home. He had not gone out, and now he was in my room. Fuck! He was here, in my room.

"Don't do this. We can talk—" "There's nothing left to talk about," I said, picking up my purse and walking to the door. I paused at the door and looked back at the ruin of the man I married. "This is your war, Damien," I said with a deathly calm. "Not mine."

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

The moment the door clicked shut, the careful walls they had maintained shattered. He didn't give her a chance to speak, to think, to regret. He backed her against the door, his body caging hers, his hands framing her face as his mouth descended on hers. She melted into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. He nipped at her bottom lip, demanding entrance, and she opened for him with a moan. His tongue delved into her mouth, stroking against hers, claiming her, consuming her. One hand slid down her throat, feeling her pulse hammering beneath his touch. The other tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He licked into her mouth, drinking down her whimpe