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He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.

] Paige: [I'm not Chris; I wouldn't know. Gloria: [Do you think Mr. Jewell might see her as you? Like in those substitute novels?] Paige: [I've read those…] Gloria: [Exactly.] Gloria: [Having read those body-double novels, it's like the initial male lead starts off loving the female lead yet ends up with a woman who merely looks like her. Just a stand-in to ease his heartache. However, as time goes, the male lead gradually falls for the substitute in their daily interactions.]

I scanned the shelves, my eyes tracing the titles and covers in search of the perfect book to momentarily distract me from the reality of my mother's illness. A vibrant book cover caught my attention, a beautiful couple locked in a passionate embrace against a backdrop of rolling hills and a setting sun. "Love's Everlasting Promise" was emblazoned across the top in elegant script. I knew, in that moment, that this was the book that would temporarily fill the void in my heart.

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s

“Try it on then.” Somewhat startled, she did not know how to react but to shake her head in disagreement. “Me? I’m not the same as your girlfriend, President Henderson. She’s long and lean while I’m short and fat. I won’t be able to do this dress justice even if I try it on.” Fickle minded when it came to his partners, his love interests varied from time to time. His current obsession now was with a model who had both the looks and the figure to kill for.

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

I glanced at the book she was reading, the cover bright and dramatic, with a couple locked in a passionate embrace. My eyebrows shot up and as my gaze drifted to the shelves lining her side of the room, my jaw nearly dropped. If I thought the cover of that one was five percent sexual, then the rest were hundred. Books were everywhere, stacked, lined up neatly, or scattered in small piles. Most of them had similar covers, all romance novels with titles that made me blink twice. “You’ve got a collection,” I said, half-impressed and half-shocked. Her cheeks turned crimson, the blush creeping all the way to her ears. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

Do I care if she knows my name? “Whatcha doin?” She bats her eyelashes at me and stops in front of the shelf that contains a bunch of romance novels. She pulls one off of the shelf and flashes the cover at me. It looks like the kind of book Reece would love, one of those bodice rippers, with a pirate on the cover and a woman with her boobs hanging out the top of her gown. Now, even the imaginary woman on the cover is making me hard…. Thank goodness I wasn’t sitting in here reading a romance novel, or I’d be in all kinds of trouble now.

and "In His Arms." It's a section on romance. It's the only section with books in hues of sultry reds and blushing pinks. I reach for 'In His Arms' and pull it out enough to see the cover. Longing twists my insides at the vision of a shapely man holding a brunette in his loving arms, as the title suggests. They're naked. Their flushed bodies were wrapped haphazardly in a white satin sheet. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Kade calls from across the library.

"It feels like the perfect end to the term. Awww. Your hands on my skin are sending sparks through me. Ohhhh. I’ve wanted this for so long, please use me as you wish, I want to feel all three of you." They started slowly. Marie and Amme kissed me while Cami explored my body with gentle soft fingers. They took turns in pairs. Marie and Cami kissed my breasts while Amme fingered me slowly. The sensations built layer by layer. I moaned actively. "Awwwww… your fingers feel so gooood inside me Amme. Ohhhh. I love serving you like this after all the support I gave you during exams, I love that I can also use my body to please youuuu."