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I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

"Can you lower your voice down? A gorgeous man like me shouldn't be deaf because of your ugly high pitched voice." Looks like this Klyde Aero Morrison is a boastful person. "And, yes. I looked into your personal data and background. But clarrification--- why the h*ck would I fell in love with you? You're not even my type." He sounded like he's disguted on me. Well I'm more disgusted on him! "Yeah whatever," I butt in. "How do you know me so well?" I asked narrowing my eyebrows and scanning his facial expressions. "And how did you know I was up to something at Uncle's office?" I added.

If not, he wouldn't hesitate to delete all Philips without caring whether they belong to one or hundreds of Philips. With satisfaction after deleting the contact, he turned back around only to see Joyce so intimately close. She was practically hugging him, trying to retrieve her phone which he held up with a hand above his head. He was silent and studied her face which was creasing in a frown. His eyes strayed to those lips that parted and closed more often than usual as a result of the struggle. He felt the sudden but strong urge to taste those again. He became thirsty of a sudden and those luscious twins seemed to be the perfect water to quench his thirst.

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" Alexander studied her for a moment, his eyes unreadable. Then he leaned forward, his voice low. "Desire and danger," he said. "Those are the two themes I'm interested in exploring. The things that drive us to do what we do, even when we know it's dangerous." Lila felt a shiver run through her at his words. She could sense the undercurrent of danger in everything he did, in everything he said. And she couldn't help but feel drawn to it. As they talked, Lila found herself getting lost in the conversation, the champagne going to her head. She felt a sense of intimacy building between them, a connection that went beyond the project.

My heart raced, in an urgency as my hands held tightly onto the collar of his shirt pulling him down to me in a desperate need to taste him while he was devouring me. His kiss was hungry, a collision of desire and longing that left me breathless. His like moved against mine in a desperation, as if he could not get enough of me. His hand slid around the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me in a passionate grip that sent shivers down my spine.

His hand rested on her knee, warm and heavy. Maya’s breath caught. “This is crazy. I should go.” Derek locked the suite door with a soft click. “Or you could stay. Let us show you how sorry we are. No one downstairs will miss us for a while.” Tyler added, his voice low, “You’re in control here, Maya. Tell us what you want. Or tell us to stop.” The air felt thick with tension. Maya looked at each of them, their strong jaws, broad shoulders, hungry eyes. Her body responded despite her mind screaming to leave. Years of buried resentment mixed with unexpected desire.

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.”