روايات وقصص ضمن Inside Affair Book

With a rough tug, he yanked my underwear away. The heat inside me surged, sharp and consuming. The same restless ache from that night at Natalie's house returned, even stronger this time, because Colin was here.

Just as he was about to speak, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed from outside, crisp and cheerful. Then his office door swung open. A young woman in a red dress walked in with light steps. Ignoring Louisa's presence, her face radiant with youthful brightness, she went straight to George's side and linked her arm through his. "George, I came early. Are you finished with work?" George didn't answer, subtly pushing her arm away as he looked toward Louisa. Louisa returned a cold, sarcastic smile. He really wasn't trying to hide anything—not only taking his mistress out, but bringing her directly to the office.

Not even slightly. This man, I shook my head slowly, moving further inside with my arms tucked close, not touching anything. This is actually stunning. A desk sat clear in the center — except for a lamp, a pen holder with pens arranged by height, by HEIGHT, and a small neat stack of books to the right side. I drifted toward them naturally. Business. Economics. Architecture. And then— I stopped. Picked it up. A woman on the cover wearing thin panties. Long legs. Strappy bra. The kind of cover that needed absolutely no explanation about what was inside.

And every time Liam came home smelling faintly of Rose’s perfume, her stomach twisted tighter. One afternoon, Mia decided to clean the guest room Rosemary’s room. She told herself it was harmless. Just tidying up. But as soon as she opened the door, she felt the temperature shift. The air was thick with Rose’s perfume floral and faintly chemical. She moved slowly, glancing at the dresser, the vanity, the neat stack of books. Everything looked perfect. Too perfect. Until she saw it. A small black notebook half-tucked under a silk scarf. Mia froze. Then, before she could talk herself out of it, she reached for it.

They went back to what they were doing like nothing had happened. After they were done eating, they all went inside to choose a book to read. They had a system. Everyone would write a genre on paper, and whichever had the highest vote would be picked. Today, they chose a book titled The Birthday Girl. It was about a girl named Jordan whose life was falling apart. She moved in with her boyfriend and somehow ended up falling in love with his father. Messy. Complicated. When they were done reading, Mrs. Rosie clapped her hands lightly.

Nira's instincts were on high alert. Professor Albert's office was at the end of a silent hallway. The door was slightly ajar, just enough for the dim light from inside to spill out in a yellow strip onto the carpet. Louisa and I looked at each other. At that moment, there was no need for words; we knew. We pushed the door open with our fingertips. We pushed the door open with our fingertips. The scene inside was one of suppressed chaos. There was no broken furniture or signs of violent struggle, but the papers on the desk were scattered in an unnatural way, as if someone had hurriedly searched through everything, and the desk chair was overturned.

I read until my eyes burned and my head ached. Nothing. Not one single record of an alpha being marked from the inside out. Not by a mate. Not by anyone. My frustration grew sharp and ugly. “That’s impossible,” I said aloud, voice echoing softly. “Something like this does not just happen without precedent.” I looked around more to see if there was something I was missing… I looked toward the inner safe and saw a book. The book did not sit with the others. It rested alone on a lower pedestal, darker than the rest, its cover smooth like stone but warm when I stepped closer. The title shimmered faintly, letters shifting until they settled.

The elevator opened, but unlike Dominic's, this floor had three doors, but the stillness was the same. I knocked on the door but there was no response. I initiated to open it and when I peaked inside I was so shocked by what I saw that I fell forward, opening the door entirely. "Ahhh!!!" A woman naked screamed on the top of her lungs as she saw me walked in, and immediately tried to cover herself. Aiden's brother was naked, while a woman laid on top of his office table. They were sweating heavily. And with just one look I could tell what they were doing.

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

He and his stepsister were intelligent, consenting adults and they refused to communicate directly about this sexual interaction, and yet here was this very clear invitation. Matt didn't hesitate long. He stepped into the room carefully. Like at any moment, he could trip a land mine and it could explode. Climbing onto the bed, he crawled between her legs and pressed on the inside of her left thigh so it opened for him. Her skin was soft and delicate. Like a plush fur you couldn't help but rub your hand across. Leaning forward, the heat of her pussy lips warmed his face just as he imagined they would. Looking up, she was still wearing her sexy thick rimmed reading glasses.