Ice Breaker Book Spicy Pages Novels & Stories

He unlocked it. It was from Elias. “You have until tomorrow morning. Don’t forget, I’m the one who is handling your signing into the BIH Club.” Max’s fingers curled slightly as he read on. “And your captain? Noa? He’s a very good defender too. So decide fast. “Damn it…” Max muttered under his breath. His stomach tightened. He shoved the phone into his pocket. “What the fuck should I do about this?” He squatted, his thoughts spiralling. “Losing is bad but losing just once isn't that bad.” He told himself.

"But tonight, I don't want to think about work. Tonight, I just want this. You." He pulls me close, and I let him. Tomorrow I will go back to reality. Tomorrow I will face the mess of my broken engagement and my shattered plans. But tonight, I am just Evelyn. Not someone's fiancée or someone's employee or someone's disappointment. Just Evelyn. I wake up to sunlight streaming through the windows and an empty bed. I sit up, disoriented, and spot a note on the pillow next to me. *I had to take a call. Coffee is in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever you need. - R*

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

The symphony of flavors dances upon her taste buds, transcending her into a world of pure bliss. Not one to shy away from bold flavors, Beatrice steers her breakfast adventure towards The Spicy Shack, a hidden gem renowned for its fiery morning delights. With a daring spirit, she orders a plate of huevos rancheros, adorned with zesty salsa and a sprinkle of fiery jalapeños. As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge.

WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18. IT CONTAINS MATURE AND SEXUALLY AROUSING CONTENT BETWEEN FIVE MEN AND A WOMAN. The spicy scenes are long and extra spicy. This book ended in a cliffhanger. I might write Book 2 when it has over 100k views. Thanks for all your support… *** Prologue I hate everyone around me, every single one of them. Not just because they hurt me though they did but because they enjoyed it.

Like an observer, I simply recorded the small but genuine moments of happiness that had truly belonged to me in more than twenty years of life: In third grade, during a reading competition that no one expected me to win, I unexpectedly placed third. There was actually no one sitting in the audience, but in that moment on the stage, my heart felt full. In the winter of my junior year of high school, my deskmate and I hid behind the school building in a corner sheltered from the wind, sharing a fifty-cent bag of spicy snacks. The heat made our eyes water, yet we laughed so hard we couldn’t straighten up. In college, after finishing a late shift at a convenience store, I walked back to my rente

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 I'm never drinking again. That's what I said two months ago when I got fired from my job as a kitchen assistant at Wendies, that's what I also said a month ago when my sister Katherine had took us out to celebrate her divorce, that's what I also said two weeks ago when my boyfriend of two years had broken up with me and left the country to pursue his education.

My stomach twisted. No. No, no, no. I forced a casual smile. “Oh, cool. I was just wondering… you usually leave early. Everything okay at work?” “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just needed a break. Why, you got something going on?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at me a little too closely. “No, nothing,” I said quickly. “Just surprised, that’s all. I might… um, clean my room or something.” I went back upstairs, panic rising. I immediately opened the delivery app and tried to cancel the order. My fingers fumbled as I typed the message.