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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.

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

Delilah’s POV The kiss started slow but the sudden rush of desire in my body encouraged me to deepen it. I threw my arms around Jerome’s neck, pulling him in for a fiercer kiss. Electric sparks went off in my brain as his hand dropped to my breasts and squeezed them. I writhed in his grip, leaning closer into him. My rapidly growing desire clouded my mind until all I could think of was getting naked with Jerome. As if reading my mind, his hand went for the hem of my bra and he broke the kiss to pull it over my head.

“Because of your job. It’s dangerous, I get it.” He steps toward me, closing the gap he seemed so interested in maintaining. I sit perfectly still, frightened I’m going to frighten him away accidentally. “The only person I have any desire to be with is you. And I can’t have that,” he murmurs. The pure intensity of the truth takes me aback. He looks tempted to grab me and take me away from this life, so we can be together elsewhere, where neither of us have any obligations. I even feel tempted to take that offer.

He ordered and she walked to the end, she took a seat and he also did. “Sit upright.” He ordered and she did. “Both hands on the table.” He added and she obeyed. “Tell me what the book was about.” “B… BDSM.” She stuttered. Draven looked at her hands and noticed they were trembling. “Breath in Xalia.” He said and she inhaled. “And out.” He added and she exhaled. “Now, I want you to answer my questions without stuttering. If you stutter, I will get mad, do you want that?”

Each glance, each touch, each quiet word built a web around her heart, and she realized she was caught willingly. As she returned to her desk, she found herself glancing at him repeatedly, even as she tried to focus on her work. Alex was back at his office, unreadable, commanding, but something in the way he looked at her hinted at a rare curiosity, a personal interest that was both thrilling and dangerous. Lena swallowed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. This closeness was intoxicating, and she knew it was only the beginning.

Lots of love from me 💜 (purple's my favourite colour) Your beloved writer, 💜 PRINCESS NOVA 💜

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

We did the project and even lost track of time. Our heads snapped to the door as we heard the door creak open, and in comes Daniel. Holding his books in one hand and probably dinner in the other. "Woah, I didn't know we had a guest. Who is this beautiful damsel?" He asked. "Keep your eyes off her Daniel." I warned him, mainly because he has a girlfriend and she has anger issues. She would skin Scarlet alive if she found out he called her a beautiful damsel. "Relax Fabian, I won't touch your girl." He said and gave me a wink before walking to his bed.

They hit the floor with a clatter, pages fluttering like startled birds. “Shit,” I muttered, bending to grab them. He crouched beside me, his arm brushing mine. “Careful. These are rare.” Our hands touched as we reached for the same volume, his fingers rough and warm against my skin. I pulled back, but not before a spark shot up my arm. He straightened first, holding the book out to me. “Here and next time, maybe don't make so much noise.” I took it, our eyes meeting again. There was something in his stare…amusement? Hunger? “I wasn't trying to,” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the dim space.