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My heart pounded like a drum, every beat thrumming through my body. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark with desire as I filled her inch by inch. Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as I bottomed out. I held there for a second, feeling her warmth, savoring the way she clenched around me. I started to move, slow at first, deliberate. My hands cradled her face as I kissed her, our tongues meeting. Her fingers dug into my back, her nails raking lightly as she urged me on. "Harder," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "Please fuck me harder."

*************** Later that day, my assistant, Judy, an older woman —because I didn’t want the risk of having a young woman try to seduce me or me starting an affair with an assistant, it’s one of the closest ways to destroy a man— comes into my office and says, “Sir, this is from Miss Callie, she said you requested for it.” “Yes Judy, thank you.” She quietly goes back to her desk right outside mine. I pick up the paper she had dropped on the desk, having a stare off with the digits. Chasing a woman is very unusual for me. I’ve created a persona that exudes discipline and focus on expanding my empire. Yet, here I am being ruffled by a woman, an artist no less. If word got out, I’m certain the

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

“You made me come harder than I have in months. I actually squirted a little… the sheets are soaked under me.” “Mmm, that’s my good girl,” he murmured, his tone sweet and proud. “I love knowing I can do that to you even from across the country. Hearing you scream my name like that… fuck, Sylvia, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. You sounded so perfect—desperate and wild and completely mine in that moment.”

he continued, his thumb gently stroking my jawline, "when you looked at me like you were drowning but still wouldn't reach for my hand... I did my assignment, Sophia. I look into the things that intrigue me. And you, Mrs. Hawthorne, are quite intriguing." He paused, his gaze intensifying. "It was quite interesting, actually. How badly Daniel wants to use you. To put you on a leash, in the disguise of an open marriage, while he is free to do exactly as he pleases. He calls it 'liberation.' I call it control. A subtle, insidious kind of control." He took another step closer, his body eclipsing the light from the window. He moved until I was caged in the armchair, his arms resting on the leathe

She glanced through the first page, read the first chapter and froze. It was a story about a man named Desire, narrating the first time he had sex with his nymphomaniac girlfriend Ivy. When he shaved her and painted her in his private studio. Delilah felt her heart skip a beat as she read the words. She was getting a feeling of déjà vu as she glanced over the raw and unfiltered words.

She talks a lot and laughs loud but over all she's really sweet. "Honestly, I don't know what's so good about him." I shook my head, reached into my office and sat down. My office was just plain with light grey walls and a dark brown office desk and a plant in the corner and some colloeages of photos of my high school years. Janeth gaped at me her eyes widened. "What's so good about him?! Don't get me started on his eyes—" "What's so good about his eyes?" I rubbed my temples. Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that.

I guess… desire and pleasure… things I haven't done, I said as I felt my cheek turn red instantly. You don't have to worry, says Nicole in a slow tone. We are open-minded when it comes to desire. I guess life is too short to hold on to desire, don't you think? The air grew thicker when he finished saying and suddenly I felt Professor Esther's hand touching my hand, light and clear. So tell me, Clara, in your story you mention a couple, he said in a low tone. “Is that something you think about or what?” I nodded feeling so hard to speak, her soft scent felt over me. Nicole's knees were closer to mine that I could also feel his touch.

“For some reason, I seem to care about you.” My body tingled as his palm grazed my cheek. He was so close to me that his strong scent filled my nose. It was simply intoxicating. My heart pounded against my ribcage and my breath became ragged. It didn’t feel right that I was getting so close to the person that I had contracted to kill my husband. But my body didn’t seem to care about that. Just his touch was enough to send desire coursing through me like a raging river. I didn’t bother trying to fight the longing I felt because I knew it was a losing battle. I wanted him. My body craved him like it had been starving for a long time. I trembled as he continued caressing my cheek, staring direc