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In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

My eyes fluttered shut as the sensation sent a shiver through me, settling low in my stomach and making warmth spread through my body. “Anyone,” I swallowed, forcing the word out. His free hand came up to cup my breast. He squeezed my hardened nipple with a mix of roughness and care before rubbing slow circles around it. My lips parted as a moan slipped out. God, it felt so good with him. With Lee, it had always been average, but with him, it was different. Good different. Why the hell was he making me feel this way? “Let's try something crazy, kitty,” he growled against my neck.

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

I lay sprawled across my narrow dorm bed, legs spread wide, my laptop glowing softly beside me. On the screen was Professor Adrian Black’s faculty photo—the one that had ruined the Good girl in me for months. Those storm-gray eyes stared straight into me while I rubbed my clit desperately. “ Aughh Fuck… Adrian,” I moaned while I pictured him pinning me down in that low voice growling my name while he fucked me senselessly. I had first seen him in person as a guest speaker back at my former University. He had stepped onto the stage like he owned the entire room, speaking about obsession in Gothic literature with such dark intensity that I grew wet right there in my seat. That night I touched

“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.”

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

In Paris, he got similar flowers and wine which I haven't taken and I wonder what it is this time. I drop the box and the flowers on the other couch to check out the package first. I open it to see a bag filled with romance novels. I bring them out one after the other and they are the newly published New York times best sellers' books. I arrange the books one after the other so I can count them and I counted up to 10. Ten romance books should last me for the rest of the month. I haven't had time to get new books since I arrived in America and I am still making do with the ones I purchased in Paris.

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it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Asli chattered about her job at the gallery, her hand on Adam"s thigh under the table. Nova picked at her pasta, feeling Adam’s gaze like a physical touch, sliding from her flushed face to the way her dress shifted when she crossed her legs. "Tell me about the trip," Asli prompted, pouring wine for herself and Adam. Adam leaned back, his arm brushing Nova’s accidentally or was it? "Productive. Closed a big deal in New York. But I missed you both." His foot nudged Nova’s under the table, sending a jolt straight to her core. "And college?" he asked, turning to Nova, his voice low and intimate. "Excited for fall?" She nodded, sipping her water to hide her shiver. "Yeah, it's gonna be amazing. N