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I am greeted by the players as I make way through the stench. While fumbling, to get my key in the lock, Alfie questions “Is that what you're wearing tonight to have dinner with my mom.” “You do mean dinner with you and your mom, right?” I ask hesitantly. These boys and their attempts to set me up this summer have got me riled up. Let’s just say Candy wasn’t the last puck bunny that Quickie brought by. I had the unique pleasure to see the disappointment in the eyes of Tiffany, Foxy, Bambi, just to name a few. Even Kingston “King”, my left defenseman from Russia, brought over his 60-something year old aunt in an attempt to ‘save me from the single life’. She was nice enough and damn, her

After the nightmare that was meeting Daniel's family, we went back to my place to watch Netflix and chill. And by that I mean we talked, put the baby down for the night, and had sex. Lots of sex. The kind of toe curling, mind-blowing sex romance novels are made of. And Daniel apologized. A lot.

He suddenly tickled my side so I laughed. "S-Stop it, Ethan!" I said breathlessly and he stopped. "You...you'll gonna k-kill me damn. Do you want me... to die laughing huh!" I said to him breathlessly. "Was it about what happened early? Is that what you're thinking?" He asked and I nodded. "Aren't you mad at me?" I frowned at him. "Mad? What do you mean?" "I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend."

“You’re selfish, Hau Alexander Kane.” I tilted my head. “And you’re predictable, Alice Hau.” She adjusted herself on the bed, her movements stiff. “We’ve allowed you to play hockey, but as for this sexuality and romance issue, end it.” My brows furrowed. “End what?” “This nonsense,” she said. “Whatever… phase this is. Your involvement with that Eve girl. Your behavior. All of it. You need to focus on Geneva if you want to continue hockey.” I stared at her for a second… then burst into laughter.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

She kissed him back. Raymond groaned, his hands sliding down to lift her onto the table, his urgency increasing as he fumbled to turn off the gas stove. His lips never left hers as he pulled her closer, positioning himself between her legs. Ginny’s breath hitched as his fingers pushed her panties aside, and he quickly unbuttoned his trousers. In one swift motion, he entered her, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Her back arched as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but quickly growing more wild as the intensity between them built.

Hm? "Come here." I smile hearing the lame line. But I approach him anyway with my glass of Rose. "Is it better now?" I ask once I sit on his lap after putting down the glass. "Hmm." Unlike the first time which is last week when I read the signal wrong, I'm pretty sure I got it right this time so I kiss him with his hand landing at my back, pulling me closer to him. "Are you really gay," I sigh feeling his lips on my left nipple with my bra already being pushed down, "You're too good at this."

I’m enjoying his touch too much, feeling my panties dampen. We hurry across the yard and enter the cottage. The second the door closes, Hakeem pushes me against the door and envelopes me in a punishing kiss. His hands roam my body and I push my hands up his shirt, running my nails down his abs. He moans into my mouth, grinding his hips and his erection into me. When Hakeem pulls away, I turn to see Gael is shirtless and removing his pants. He moves up to me, kissing along my bare shoulder up to my neck. I moan loudly when his lips touch the juncture of my shoulder and neck.