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Hey, Guys, so Heat is finished. I've seen comments and I know y'all are not happy with the ending. I'm sorry for disappointing you guys. Thank you for enjoying my book and supporting it. One specific comment asked for a book 2. Would you guys like that because I'm already getting so many ideas for book 2. Comment ASAP if you guys want a part 2. I don't like my readers unhappy. So comment, comment and I'll make things happen.

I stroke her arm, from elbow to wrist, again and again. — I'll never forget tonight, she says. — Me neither. — Even in a hundred years. — In a hundred years, I'll be dead. — Then I'll remember for both of us. I laugh softly. — You're romantic. — So are you, you know. — No. I'm pragmatic. — You're romantic. You hide it, but you are. — Maybe. — Definitely. The hotel appears. Magnificent, illuminated, majestic. Its windows shine like benevolent eyes. Its marbles gleam under the moon.

When she did, his tongue swept in, hot and wet and demanding, licking every bit of sensitive flesh and coaxing her own tongue to dance with his. Heat flash through her, tightening her nipples and making the pulse in her sex throb like a bass drum. It pounded through her blood stream, so hard she was sure Matt could feel it vibrate in her body. His own body heat was surging into hers, eating her blood, and even through the layers of their clothing she could feel the hard, swollen thickness of his cock.

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his

He is super hot, and for the first time today, he is burning me alive with his presence. Oh sh*t! He makes me want to r*pe him.

"Just because I said he's hot doesn't mean I can't handle him. And he can't walk around naked..." "What if he does?" "We'll see." I hear her last reply. Damn. Now that's some news to me. She thinks I'm hot? Well, I know I'm hot. I don't need Isabella Jordan to spell it out for me. I've been told I'm hot by girls I can't remember and women I hid in their closets while their husbands returned from work on a sunny afternoon.

“Are you scared of your heat?” “Scared of you,” I said honestly. “Good fear,” he said. “Keeps you alive.” He walked to the door. “I’ll leave you to think. Tomorrow morning you’ll talk.” “Wait,” I said. “Water.” He grabbed a bottle from a shelf and handed it to me. Our fingers brushed and a spark went through me. The heat surged again. “Oh,” I whispered. He heard me. “Already starting. Poor omega.” “Shut up,” I said and drank fast.

“There are professionals who handle situations like this. Heat workers. They help unmated wolves through the cycle.” I blinked. “Heat workers?” “Licensed service providers,” he said. “Mostly women helping other women. They use toys, manual stimulation, whatever works. It’s discreet.” The idea made my stomach twist. But what other choice did I have? “Okay,” I said quietly. “Call one.” Franklin made the call. That night the active heat hit. The fever surged without warning. One moment I felt warm. The next my body burned from the inside out. Sweat soaked my clothes as I tore them off and collapsed into the pile of pillows.

"But that heat's just for me, right, darlin'?" "Of course," she breathed. As if any other man would ever appeal to her. His mouth continued its sensuous journey along her neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat to press his tongue to the spot where her pulse beat so furiously. And all the while his hand traveled everywhere—her thighs, her arms, her shoulders. Anya anchored her fingers in the thick warmth of his hair, holding on to him tightly as little ripples of pleasure raced through her.

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.