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keeping their bed undefiled. But everything changed when she stumbled on Mark's aged diary. Out of curiousity due to how he pampered and hide the diary, she decided to read. Cindy got the greastest shock of her life, when she started flipping the diary’s pages. Mark fantasy had always to be treated like a shameless cuck, used, abused and humiliated publicly. Reading his shameless fantasy, Cindy cummed like never before, flicking her clit furiously.

The stack of books on the cart beside us wobbled dangerously as he backed me against the shelf. “Fuck, Clara,” he growled against my lips, the low rumble vibrating through me. One of his hands slid down my side, gripping my hip possessively before slipping under the hem of my blouse. His palm was hot against my bare skin, calluses rough in the most delicious way. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Isabella’s secret had been eating her alive for days. Even after the tender night, the old plan still haunted her—the one she’d written in a hidden notebook the day she signed the contract. Seduce him. Make him fall. Then leak every dirty detail of his business to the press and watch Kane Empire burn from the inside. She’d kept the notebook in the bottom of her lingerie drawer, stupidly thinking he’d never look. He already knew. She realized it the moment she walked into the bedroom that evening.

’ 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.

Our fellow sex crusaders—who were either sipping drinks at the table or cooling off in the pool—tsk-tsked, laughed and gave us knowing looks. “God, it’s hot today!” Layla said, stating the obvious. “Yeah, you are,” Joseph answered. “We’re gonna go in for a while, where it’s cooler,” I said. “I’m afraid it’s gonna be hot wherever y’all go,” quipped Yvonne. “My goodness, those freak flags of yours are still flying at full staff.” Indeed, the break from the action had done nothing to deflate my excitement—or Jack’s. Our hard-ons pointed the way as the four of us retreated to the cool of the elegant mansion.

God, it did. My hand shook slightly as I reached for the cup he'd drank from earlier. I brought it to my lips and took a large gulp from it. It burned my throat harshly. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know if it was hate or heat or obsession, but I knew I’d never felt anything like this in my life. And I hated how much I was craving more. Even though I was supposed to hate it. Hate that I was now a prisoner. Or worse, a pet. Of the most fearsome man in the state.

Hey guys, tysm for reading Alan and Hazel’s story but omg!!! book two is about to be even spicier, crazier and much more intense!! It follows the story of Eve Wood, Hazel and Alan’s daughter and it’s soooo much more intense with all the “what did i just read?!” you can think of.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

It doesn’t matter that I don’t see any; I’m aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can’t resist pushing on a door that’s partially open—cameras or no. It’s directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I’m excited to find that it’s a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon’s office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won’t do it. I’ll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It’s barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

I asked him in a quiet voice. He quirked a brow at me. "Aren't you looking for a little roll on the night, heat between sheets?" I saw him tense. His stare intensified. And we both just stared at each other while the centigrade went up rapidly. Those steel blue orbs left me scorched with heat, almost writhing on the seat. My dick began to harden. Mayhap my night wouldn't be a boring one after the big, bad day I had had. "Who said both can't come together?"