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“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

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He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

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“I’m not asking for romance, Cameron. I’m asking you to put your hands on me before I scream from lack of touch.” He should have stepped back. Should have remembered the corner office he was days away from, the stock options, the life he had bled for. Instead he stared at her mouth and felt his control snap like cheap thread. She felt it too. Her pupils blew wide. “Tomorrow,” she whispered, “you’ll sit across from my husband and pretend you’ll remember exactly how I taste. And you’ll still want more.” She rose on her toes and brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, barely a kiss, more a promise. Then she picked up the bottle, turned, and walked out.

Before I can respond, another voice suddenly interrupts from the doorway. “Well, that explains the dramatic atmosphere.” I turn instantly. And irritation immediately floods me. Selene. She walks into the room gracefully, dressed in a tight silver dress that smells heavily of jasmine oil and ambition. Jax instantly dislikes her presence. “She wants attention.” Selene’s eyes briefly flick toward Jasmine before returning to me. “Word is spreading quickly through the pack,” she says casually. “People are curious.” I narrow my eyes. “And?” “And curiosity becomes dangerous when wolves are afraid,” she says softly. “Especially after hearing there’s a cursed prophecy involved.”

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

“Yeah. A real one. Dinner, maybe a walk… whatever you want. I just want to take you out properly.” Something warm spread through my chest. After everything — the divorce, the fear, the stolen nights — the simple request felt bigger than it should have. “Okay,” I whispered, smiling. “I’d like that.” Julian’s smile widened. He leaned in and kissed me, slow and lingering, before settling back against the pillows and pulling me even closer. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Within minutes the exhaustion of the day (and the intensity of what we had just done) pulled us under. We fell asleep tangled together, his arms still around me.