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What just happened? I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. My body was on fire, arousal coiled low in my belly. I knew lines shouldn’t be crossed. I knew office affairs were dangerous, especially with someone like Damien Cross. But the way he looked at me… The way his voice dipped when he said my name… The way my skin tingled just from his touch… I didn’t just want more—I craved it. Later That Night I was curled on my couch in sweatpants, trying to watch a rom-com on N*****x when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it lazily, assuming it was my friend Cara. But the name that lit up the screen made me sit up straighter.

Vanessa The soft hum of the city below was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. That, and the steady warmth pressed behind me. Adrian’s body was curved around mine protectively. For a second, I didn’t move. I watched the filtered morning light crawl slowly across the marble floors of the hotel, golden like honey. My heart beat a little too fast.

The caption read: “Hot ??” I smiled to myself and completing the statement under my breath: “Hot… sauce.” Curiosity got the better of me. I scrolled down to the comments. Of course, they were filled with girls. One wrote: “Tasted this sauce… would wanna taste your hotness next” Another: “You are hotter anyway” A third: “Can I be your hot sauce, baby?” I kept reading, my jealousy rising with every thirsty comment. My chest felt tight. I knew it was silly — he was with menow — but seeing so many girls openly flirting with him still stung. I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone aside.

Although we expect to end up somewhere a little classier later, it’s the perfect place to get loaded up on cheap booze and loosen up. We thought it would be quiet but surprisingly, once we get inside, the whole place is jumping! Awesome rock music, neon lights, and most important of all, it’s packed full of hot men. Amanda looks like the cat that got the cream, finding her new stomping ground, whilst Esmeralda isn’t too far behind in eyeing up all the hotties on offer. They both charge to the bar as I trudge a few steps behind them, surveying the place. I can feel dozens of men’s eyes follow our every move .

She couldn’t afford to extend her leave, having taken a lot earlier. “Yes, we'll be back in time. Don’t worry.” They boarded the flight and sat beside one another on perfectly reclining seats, absorbed in watching movies of their choice. Eva took a nap after lunch while Alexander worked on his laptop. Later, she took out a book she had been wanting to read for a long time. It was a bestselling romance novel that both Hayley and Sienna had recommended to her. Alyssa bought it immediately, but being busy with her own real-life romance, she hardly got time to read it. “What’s that? Oh, romance? Don’t tell me you believe in that shit?” he teased her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

That red-hot kiss still has my pulse flip-flopping and makes me weak in the knees. Arson is damn hot and I’m feeling lucky he’s interested in me. The only question is, will he warm me up, or burn my whole house down?

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Nathalie even lost the baby she was carrying. Therefore, driven by curiosity, Chloe reopened the book. March 2, 2018 Having sex is the most enjoyable activity we do almost all the time. I truly enjoy this relationship. Oh my, Nathalie. Dad might kill me if he knew his beloved daughter was sleeping with a man who hasn't officially become her husband. Yeah, Dad is old-fashioned. March 5, 2018 Chloe will probably mock me if she knows I'm blindly in love with a man.

The house was quiet. Lana sat alone at the kitchen table, a small amber lamp casting soft shadows across the tiled floor. A warm cup of milk rested beside her, untouched as she scrolled through her phone with seductive eyes. She wasn’t really reading, not anymore. Her mind drifted, her thoughts pulling at the edges of something she wasn’t ready to name. Images flashed across her screen—beautiful men, bare skin, the kind of warmth she only ever read about in novels and slowly her hands trailed from her thighs to her core.

Being with him. The way his eyes darken when no one else is looking. The way his voice dips when he tells me to come closer. The way I melt under his touch like I was made for nothing else but him. I shouldn't want him like this. I know I shouldn't. But even as I sit here, nodding half-heartedly while some guy talks about his new playlist, all I can picture is Carson's hands gripping my hips and his voice in my ear, calling me his good girl.