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¨ he whispered dangerously close to her face and turned and walked out after releasing her hand, leaving her behind completely flustered, hot and bothered! Later that evening around six Jessica was getting ready for her dinner with her dad and Nick. She managed to be on time since she had spent more time in the library than she initially had planned but she did not plan on bumping into Mr Hot as hell, Morero who gave her hormones a run for it!! When he had left her she found a quiet place and started to browse though those books he had given her but she couldn't focus! all because of him! She only knows him a couple of weeks, maybe a bit longer than a month or so and she already likes this f

he groaned, voice rough, “long before I should have.” Her hands fumbled at the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head. It fell somewhere behind them. He was so close now, skin to skin. Heat poured off him, and she burned for more. Theo lifted her effortlessly, setting her on the counter’s cool surface. She gasped at the contrast, cold marble under her, burning heat above. Their mouths found each other again, kissing hard, messy, hungry. His hands traced down her sides, fingertips skimming her thighs. She shivered, thighs parting instinctively.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

I saw the comments calling me out, and I hear you. From now on, I promise daily updates. I want to give you the consistency you deserve and bring back the excitement we had together!!! The next chapter, we are beginning with Book three: Before Hazel, the prequel to The Double Life of My Hot Secretary, so we can enjoy some happier moments before returning to the Daddy’s Money universe. That return will be Book four: After Eve, the official sequel, where you will see shocking revelations and exclusive moments from Eve and Adam’s life that you have never seen before. Thank you for your patience. I truly love and appreciate every one of you.

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

He lifted his face up and gave her a charming smile. "That sounds good ...I like it. Be my Hot Princess." The husky voice whispered, pulled her body against his and started kissing her hard, hot, and hungry. The two bodies helped to increase the temperature, turning the ice into the hot steam under the moonlight and stars.

I took the seat, my bare ass coming in contact with the cold chair. I crossed my legs tightly, making the rough string of my thong dig into my already soaked snatch, pressing harshly against my bleached asshole. He stretched out his large hand. "Let me have it." I handed my laptop over to him without a word. My cheeks burned as my screen lit up, knowing he was now reading my work. The longer his eyes moved over the bright screen, the more suffocated I became. I had written all the nasty shit I had ever done. Writing how I lost my virginity behind my high school bleachers.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.