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I didn’t want to imagine what would happen if I didn’t find it within the time frame. “They’re approaching us,” Emiliano said. “Have you seen it now?” I panicked and a book fell to the ground with a thud. Swiftly, I bent over and picked it up. “Not yet. I…” The words died in my throat. Something fell out of the open book, and I swallowed hard. My lips curled into a small, knowing smile as I brushed my fingers against the black leather. Exactly what Fernando had described. I had the item in my hand now.

Heat flared through her at the memory of his fingers inside her. “We can use the demographic tables for the slides,” she said, voice still rough. Liam’s fingers brushed the side of her wrist in a slow stroke. “The catalog should have the full P*F behind the paywall.” They stood together. Maya’s legs felt unsteady. He followed close behind her as they walked to the computer terminals near the reference section. The floor was nearly empty. One student sat far away with headphones on. The librarian’s desk was dark. Liam logged in, found the article, and started the d******d. While the progress bar crawled he turned his head and spoke against her hair.

I turned to look at him, but his eyes were already closed, and his hands were folded under his head. In my guilt, I draped his abdomen with my arm. I even placed my head on his chest, but he only rubbed my back. I reached out under the covers and slid my hand against his waistband to excite his reaction further. Soon, I felt his bulge in my hand, but it didn’t stir. If I did this to Kim, he would have turned me over to devour me right away. But Zed was different. He would still stay limp if his mind weren’t conditioned to do it.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I stayed still, struggling to stay quiet as I gasped for air. Mrs. Lisa kept reading for a while, the soft glow of the lamp tracing gentle light across her face. Then, after a few minutes, she set the book aside and reached for the switch. The room fell into darkness, her window turning to a flat, black square against the night. I sat there in the dark for a long time, my eyes fixed on the dark window while guilt slowly crept over me. It pressed down heavy, but it didn’t matter. I already knew I’d find myself back in this chair tomorrow night, watching, waiting and wanting more.

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

Suddenly, I noticed something, a door slightly opened. My steps faltered. Was that supposed to be open? “Hello?” I called softly. No answer. Yet, the warm glow and silence stirred my curiosity, and I nudged forward. I pushed the door open slowly. A library. The only room in the mansion that felt remotely alive. Books lined the shelves, though they looked untouched and more decorative. The faux flames in the electric fireplace flickered with artificial warmth. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books. No dust. Everything is too perfect. What kind of man lives like this?