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Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.

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Anticipation for each night strong. The annual library gala approached. Tension high. He stayed late helping. Passion overtook. In head librarian office. Door locked. "Need you now." Pressed to desk. Entered swift. "Tight heat." Pounded. "Hard." Climax fast. Full night after guests left. All sections. Stacks, desks, floors. "Take everything." Multiple rounds. "Relive favorites." Twist came after intense round. "Bestselling erotic novelist. Using you as inspiration."

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

After the way he’d touched my hair last night, the almost-confessions over dinner, the air between us felt charged, ready to ignite. “You’re staring,” he said without looking up from his tablet, voice low and amused. “That psych book teaching you how to profile dangerous uncles now?” I closed the book with a snap, heart hammering. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to figure out why my pulse does stupid things every time you walk into a room.” The words came out bolder than I felt, but the yearning had been building too long. The danger in him, the power, the way he looked at me like I was both precious and tempting—it was driving me insane. “This is messed up, Raphael. You know that, right?”

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I put my hands on his warm chest and felt his heart beat steady under my palms. “Maybe I do.” He didn’t step back. “You’re twenty-one. Drunk. My daughter’s best friend.” “I’m not that drunk.” I tilted my head up. “And Sophie’s asleep.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Talking isn’t what you want.” “Then give me what I want.” His mouth hit mine hard, one hand in my hair, the other hand under my ass, lifting me. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me down the hall past Sophie’s closed door and into his bedroom. The door locked behind us.

The warm Miami night air brushed against my exposed skin as the yacht gently rocked on the dark water. I had met Danny at the charity gala earlier that evening. He was tall, confident, and dangerously charming. Within an hour of stepping onto his luxury yacht, he had me bent over the railing like this. “Fuck, Cassie,” he groaned, his hips slamming against my ass. “You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been dripping for me since we left the dock, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned loudly, pushing back to take him deeper. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.”

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