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HEARTBROKEN BEFORE CHRISTMAS -2 I follow her and Billy to the kitchen, also piled with boxes. She opens one of them on the counter and starts rummaging through it. 'I'm Dawn by the way. Should've mentioned that earlier, too.' 'Dan.' She smiles. 'I don't have much to offer, I'm afraid. Just tea, coffee...ooh!' She pulls out a couple of purple sachets. 'And hot chocolate.' 'We may as well keep the festive theme. Hot chocolate would be great.'

Her longing for Jack and her concern for Jennifer were temporarily forgotten. "It's called Hot Bar. It's made from fish paste, flour, eggs, and vegetables. The fillings vary. You can choose according to your taste," Suzy explained. Elena nodded. "I'll have the sausage and cheese filling." The girl nodded, then placed the order with the seller in Korean. "Oh, buy some for the bodyguards too. For Enver, get him the seafood filling. That guy loves seafood," she said, holding Suzy's arm. "Oh, you even remember your bodyguard's preferences?" Suzy was speechless.

A part of me felt embarrassed from the thought, but another part felt a dangerous kind of excitement at the idea that he might have heard me begging for him. In the kitchen I pointed up at the high shelf where the fancy kettle was placed. Jake reached up easily. His shirt rode up a little and showed a bit of skin at his waist. I had to look away quickly before my thoughts ran away again. When he handed me the kettle our fingers brushed. That small touch sent another rush of heat through my body.

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

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The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.