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Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in. “Hey, Maddie! Back for another round already?!” A buff, naked stud with a thick, veiny monster cock that had plowed her senseless more times than she could count walked over, his cock swinging amid the haze of smoke and moans. Maddie smirked, eyeing his meat. “You know I can’t stay away.” Fernand squinted at her, smirking. “Girl, are you ever satisfied?” Maddison tilted her head with a smile. “You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.”

I thrust up, matching her rhythm, hands on her ass, pulling her closer. The desk creaked under us, books tumbling off. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples scraping, adding sparks. I sucked her neck, marking her with a hickey—mine. "I love you," I whispered, the words raw. "This fire between us—i want it to be real." She ground harder, clit swollen against mine, breaths ragged. "I love you too. We'll run away—somewhere no one knows us." The promise hung, sweet amid the sin.

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

“Come on. You know I learn better when I’m motivated. Just one more button. I’ll read the whole chapter out loud if you do.” I sighed, but the heat between my legs was already building. I reached up and unbuttoned one more. The deep V of my blouse now showed almost everything. Alex’s eyes darkened. “Fuck… they look so full. I can see your nipples getting hard already.” “Alex,” I warned, but my voice was weaker. He stood up suddenly. In one swift motion, he swept his arm across the table, sending all the books, notes, and pens crashing to the floor with a loud clatter.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”