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’ as she dove in for another search. Taking the book, he realised it was a thinnish volume, in mint condition, and had Diamanda’s own picture on the back. Good God, it was her latest novel! One he hadn’t read but was dying to. It wasn’t even due out till next month. He studied the title - Watching Me, Watching You - then carefully flipped it open.

Austin's hot seed fills me and I take it with soul shattering joy. The burn on my ass and legs. The ache in my pussy, the solid weight of Austin making it hard to breathe. I hold on, my fingers no longer in my hair but digging into his skin. Our bodies stay joined and I wonder what he feels at this exact moment. We're wet with mingled sweat and sex. Two people who should hate each other. I don't want hate.

The heat in his gaze alone could set my entire body on fire. My fingers unbuckled his pants and found his cock, big and hard. I gave it one long, slow stroke, watching the way his jaw clenched as I teased him. "You like watching me down here, don't you?" I asked, wrapping my lips around the tip. He hissed. "Fuck yes, baby. That mouth of yours was made for my cock."

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

Alex, holding a cup of tea on the porch, watched them with a peace she had once believed impossible. She had finally come home. And this time, so had Chester.... A slowly heating romance between Sande, and Daniel the famous billionaire Playboy was beginning to heat up. Will the romance turn out right between them or…?. Find out in book two of the series'.

Enough money to get out of the web of Elena. ‘What about the bounties on your head?’. I thought ‘Well, I'll speak to the men about it.’ ‘Shouldn't that be the first thing you should have done?’ ‘Well,I didn't and I'm here.’ ‘Let's get this done.’ “Holy fucking moly!” I mouthed The safe didn't contain any money. It was full of documents. Mostly his work documents and bars! Fucking bars of gold! I stared in excitement as I picked one and smelled it. Then I kissed it. How much a single bar would amount to after its exchange I didn't know, so I did what anyone could have done.

Her one date with Bobby Johnson was a disaster. Everyone in high school thought Meg was a prude, but they were wrong. Shortly after she turned eighteen, she discovered her father's stash of pornographic magazines and erotic paperbacks her senior year. The pictures of couples fucking and sucking cock were informative, but it was the erotic books that made her pussy throb. She rushed home from school to read them and masturbate, sometimes two and three times a day. No one knew about her secret life, not even her best friend Anna.

God, is that black hair curling through some of the openings between buttons? My thighs clench together all on their own and I gasp, because I've never felt that tug between my legs before. It's a warm, melting twist that doesn't end, only gets more intense as Cain puffs on a short cigar, releasing a steady stream of smoke toward the ebbing sunset.

The room was thick with heat, the faint glow from the overhead lights casting long shadows across their bodies. Hayes pressed her against the table, hands roaming, memorizing every curve. Her dress had ridden up dangerously high, and every brush of his fingers sent shivers down her spine. Her lips found his again, hungry, demanding, and he answered with equal ferocity. Every stolen breath, every moan, seemed louder in the empty clinic, bouncing off the walls, echoing the warning bells in his mind.