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“It was nice meeting u too” He led me to a table and brought soft drink for me. “I will get you barbeque, wait here” He said and left. Look who is been a gentle man today. I sip the drink and look around. I saw a man whose back is turned to mine. He is talking to a lady and then he turned and I froze. A soft gasp escaped my lips. *Don’t you think you are Drinking too much** Of course, it is him! Suited in a tuxedo, there was regality in his strides and authority in his demeanor.

Knowing his family status was a normal thing for everyone, but indeed, the man was funny. Just to keep the conversation flowing, he nodded and offered a fake smile to the old man. “So tell me, what kind of bouquet do you need, friendship, love, intimacy, I need you in my bed, forever….” The old man kept listing until Alex raised his hands. “It’s enough, just give me something…uhmm.. forever.” Alex replied. “I love the forever, more like, I will love you forever.” He added. It was the only one that makes sense and matches their situation.

"What's going on with you?" "The Kentucky Department of Travel and Tourism has decided they like my pictures so much they want to expand the book. Make it bigger. Add more stuff." "Wow!" He grinned at her. "That's a huge deal, right?" "It is. More money and of course the chance for more referrals. Going solo was a big risk, but it seems like it's going to pay off." "Good for you. I'm proud of you, Kristin. Really proud." To prove it, he gave her a long, deep kiss, gently swirling his tongue inside her hot little mouth and weaving his fingers in her silky hair to hold her head in place.

She looked like something out of a dream — soft, alive, untouchable. My nails dug into my glass. The host’s voice boomed through the mic: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the king of the Hellfire MC, Ryder Bishop, and his beautiful lady, Tessa Morgan!” The room exploded. Cheers, whistles, the flash of cameras. People surged forward for photos, reporters snapped shots like it was a red-carpet premiere. Tessa’s arm was looped through Ryder’s, her smile modest but radiant. I wanted to scream. Cassie whispered, “Holy crap, she’s gorgeous.”

"Watch your mouth, you little—" "What? You'll do what exactly?" I laughed, the sound sharp in the tense air. "Call your agency and complain that your entertainment has opinions? How embarrassing for you." "You don't know who you're talking to," another voice said from behind me. I turned to see a man who looked a few years older than Hank, with dark curly hair and red eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light. Even sitting down, his presence was commanding, and I could sense the Alpha power radiating from him.

And damn it — it’s so cocky, cute, and unexpected — it works. It always works. Kiara and I are convinced there’s a secret ‘Hot Guy Sex Training Club’. A place where they teach men how to seduce the opposite sex. Or the same sex if they’re into that. Possibly named Boys Educational and Analytical Sex Training — BEAST for short. My brothers are clearly VIP members. “Let’s eat,” Enrique calls as they disappear. “I’m starving too!” I yell after them. They laugh. “It’s good to be a man,” someone mutters.

" He muttered as he downloaded the web novel application that the unknown woman said. After the application was successfully downloaded, Aiden quickly searched for a story entitled 'I know you want me' and didn't have to bother, the story was already posted on the main page. "Trending one?" Aiden was shocked, seeing the cover of the story which contained a naked photo of himself on the bed with his underwear he held in his right hand and covered his intimate parts. His expression in the photo is really very hot and exciting. Aiden gulped, he remembered this photo was taken in last year's summer photo shoot for one of the men's underwear brands.

That night of dancing, booze… and hot sex. With him. Christian Gallo. Our Studio Head. The same man who had fucked me to the heavens last night.

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?

I asked, surprised. “Everyone does!” Sydney exclaimed, reaching behind a pillow and retrieving her laptop. “He’s only the hottest bachelor in politics right now.” “I had no idea,” I said, suddenly feeling out of the loop. “Trust me,” Sydney continued, fiercely typing away on her keyboard. “He’s worth doing a little research.” She turned her computer screen toward me to reveal an enlarged photograph of Cal Booker. I observed his facial features for a moment, studying every crease and every pore. His eyes looked like they told a story.