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But why are they kept at the top of the shelf? I was annoyed and gave a glance towards my uncle to see what he was doing as I didn't want him to catch me reading erotic books so I would steal it without his notice. He was still busy with his work and I smiled happily and reached for the book but I am such a shortie in front of the shelf, my hand wasn't going anywhere near the book. So I tiptoed as much as I could and tried to reach for it. I kept doing it for more than a minute until my toes started hurting and my hands tried to stretch more to grab the book and that's when I felt a presence behind me.

I plead but she quickly turn around to face me. "Do it now" she states. I look at her in shock, I can't remember the last time I touched that book. I walk to the nightstand close to my bed, opening the drawer, I grab the book and hesitantly walk towards her. "If it doesn't open, I'm taking my book"

I felt a surge of excitement and reached for the book, my fingers trembling slightly. As I touched the cover, I felt a thrill of anticipation. I was about to open the book when a voice behind me spoke out, its tone firm and commanding. "Stop." I froze, my hand hovering over the book.

“C'mon man, let me have a look.” My skin brushed with his, and it would take a less observant person not to notice how he stiffened. It's his usual reaction when I'm that close. And that goddamn contact made my dick twitch. Again. “No, man. Back off, reading ain't your thing.” He said, keeping the book completely out of my reach

Before I could find out more, Sanchez came back into the room. “That’s where I left it.” Relief filled his voice, then suspicion. He noticed I was a few feet from it. Narrowing his eyes at me, his voice rang sharply. “You didn’t read that, did you?” I had to feign ignorance, so I furrowed my brows while tilting my head. “What?” He pointed to the old tome with shaky fingers. “That book! That one right there. Did you touch it with your filthy, undeserving hands? If you did, you’ll be staying here longer to repent for the crime.”

“That book won’t work if you don’t really want it to.” “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, gripping the edge of the table. “I’m offering help,” he said, stepping closer. “Unless you’d rather keep fumbling with forbidden books and bleeding into bowls.” “Thanks, but like I said, I don’t need your help,” I said sharply, closing the Lussuria Clausa with more force than I needed. “I’m trying to focus. This isn’t a game.” “I never said it was. Let me help you figure it out.”

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

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I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

“If this is considering touching you, then I don’t have to try hold myself anymore!” As he spoke, he flipped over… I was trembling in fear. My eyes widened in horror. “Evan, what are you doing?” He smiled evilly. “You are the one who said it. Since it’s considered touching you, I might always really touch you!” I choked and tried to push him away. “Get up quickly. The children are still there!” “So, keep your voice down. Don’t disturb the children. It’s not good if the children see it.”