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THE HEAT BETWEEN US CHAPTER 13 Leon had just left the kitchen after giving his staff members directives and sorting the issue he came to the restaurant for. He sighted a woman struggling to get away from a man and he could just tell from her hair and body shape that she was Aria. He got angry immediately. “What the hell are you doing!” He shouted. Evan chuckled and held her hand. “Aren’t you Chef Leon? Fancy seeing you out here. Sorry for the PDA, we’re just so in love. We were about to leave.”

Just the sensation of her thighs pressing together, rubbing the panties against her now-swollen clit, had her on the verge of moaning. The heat didn’t help. Ever since she could remember, heat made her horny. Something about being sweaty and flushed, her flesh slick and warm, always got her worked up. Not that it took much these days, but—what the hell was wrong with her? She was lying next to her son. Not just next to him—Vince was taking up so much of the narrow bed that their sides were touching. That added to the heat, both externally and—she hated to admit it—internally.

I muttered. "Yes" I squealed. "I have the perfect plan" I smiled. "He won't be able to resist me now" I smirked, looking at the door of his room. To be continued I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. Stay tuned, stay safe and stay blessed. Tema loves you all. God loves you more. So guys remember to talk to him, he will always listen. God loves you more

I said, brushing my hair out of my face before gesturing at the building behind me. “News is going around that the library might be renovated soon. We don’t know how true that is since it hasn’t been confirmed,” I added. A petite redhead raised her hand. I raised a brow and nodded for her to speak. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. “First off, you’re hot,” she said. Some girls giggled. The guys looked somewhere between annoyed and amused. My brow arched higher. “And secondly… Can we go in?” she asked, pursing her lips.

I can handle whatever he throws my way. Today is hotter than yesterday, which proves hell actually exists. I was excited to take a shower until Dagger joined me. Fuck, how do I resist him now? Watching him jack himself before I turned around will stay imprinted on my brain forever. The man has no modesty whatsoever, and now I’m as horny as I was before jillin’ last night.

The controlled collapse of her will beneath mine. The sun rises, gilding the edges of the curtains. The library, its silent books, its smell of knowledge and dust, waits. It will wait. For now, there is only this room. This warmth. This endless war of which we are the sole soldiers, the sole witnesses, the sole vanquished and the sole victors. And the terrible, exhilarating vertigo is that in consuming her, I feel, each time, something within me burning too.

Claire’s It was hot. But I didn’t mind because a different kind of heat dominated my system—a heat that couldn’t be quenched by a simple touch or cold water; a heat that would consume my entire being, a heat that stole my sanity. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the heat that consumed me. I tilted my head to give Seb better access as he greedily rained kisses and ran his tongue along the space where my neck met my shoulder. His hands roamed over my overheated body, shamelessly exploring every inch.

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His thick hands crashed into my butt cheeks, squeezing softly. “Ugh,” I whimpered, my chest rising and falling, one mind whispered ‘run’ but my feet remained rooted. The rain outside grew heavier, drumming against the glass like it approved, wind swaying in and out smoothly. Heat rushed through me as his lips took in my lower lip, sucking hardly on it, making my nipples tighten against the fabric of the sleeveless I wore underneath the sweatshirt. Williams groaned softly against my mouth. One hand slipped under the hem of the sweatshirt, his palm hot sliding back up to my bare waist, the skin under his palm had grown hot too as he rubbed my bare waist.

I shiver at the husky tone, feeling a rush of heat pool between my thighs. ‎ ‎His other hand finds its way under my shirt, fingertips dancing across the soft curves of my stomach. I let out a small gasp, but it's not fear - it's anticipation. Desire. "You're so responsive," he praises, his palm pressing firmly against my skin. "I bet you'd love every inch of my body inside you.... ‎ ‎Fucking Helll... ‎ ‎I woke with a gasp, the heavy silk sheets tangled around my legs. My skin was damp, my heart was hammering a frantic rhythm, and the dark, potent scent of the stranger lingered in the air.