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Madonna chuckled "Now, I only think of his hands over me, he promised to touch me in places too sinful for confession. By the time he made the promise, he didn't need them because he has already touched those places. Father, is it a sin, that I love this man's touch, craves it, even on this holy ground." The priest swallowed as he didn't know what best to know. This wasn't a confession that would be counted as a sin. She was married and under the law of matrimony, touching your wife is not a sin.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

The office was lively as usual, with laughter in the air and a quick embrace. “You got a new book?” Ella asked as she walked to the shelf to examine the book. Nurse Ria walked over to her, “Yeah! This one's about how love exists.” There was an awkward silence and just before they could say anything their lips found each other's. They kissed, tongues went into different mouths, and they exchanged saliva . Nurse Ria slowly guided Ella's back to the door. Kissing her with reckless abandon, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Ella didn't resist, she gave in and then Nurse Ria inserted her fingers into her pussy and began to finger her.

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart. And Nicholas would never, could never, forget.

I asked quietly, pushing my glasses further up my nose and trying to hide my embarrassment from getting caught reading erotica in the bookstore’s café. The man leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his biceps through his navy-blue sweater. “Yes, you can actually. I see you here every day”—he snatched the book from my hand—“and you’re always reading the same smutty book.” My cheeks blazed with embarrassment that I couldn’t hide. He leaned his forearms onto the table. “It’s Friday night. Why don’t you take a break from reading, and we can make our own story back at my place?”

His fingers danced around her femininity, parting her delicately like petals of an exotic flower. Overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, she let out a gasp. "Your divine touch doesn't make me sinful," she managed to say between labored breaths. "How can something so pleasurable be considered sin?" Zavian chuckled softly before slipping his finger inside her again, eliciting another sharp intake of air from Emmeline. "Sin is always enticing," he murmured seductively. "Just like the forbidden fruit nestled between your thighs that yields its sweet nectar when squeezed."

he'd pressed. Chelsea had sighed, disappointed that she had not made that clear. She had leaned across the couch and taken her son's hand in her own, squeezing it. "Contraception is a sin because it removes the possibility of creating life. Pleasurable sex is not a sin, but sex that is solely for pleasure -- that disassociates sex from the beauty that is life and birth -- IS sinful. Sex feels good, but there is also a lot of responsibility that goes with sex. It is wrong to treat sex lightly and just use it as a perverse form of masturbation." Jimmy's cheeks had become hot with embarrassment at the mention of masturbation. "Oh. Ummmm. Yeah, that makes sense."

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"Tell me something that has nothing to do with any of this. One thing." She thought about it for a real moment, leaning against the wall, watching the elevator sit at six. "When I was fourteen I read every Agatha Christie novel in my school library in one summer," she said. "Every single one. I just demolished them. My mother thought I was developing a murder obsession and started leaving pamphlets on my pillow about healthy hobbies." He laughed. Low, sudden, arriving before he could manage it. She stored the sound. "What drew you to them?" he asked.

Naked and pressed to my body. And almost every night since then, I had gotten off thinking about her. Her presence was like an unbearable itch I couldn't cure. She was there, but I couldn't have her, and it was all just so frustrating. Getting off thinking about someone who is sleeping in the bedroom adjacent to yours. This past week, when I was away for business, I took this chance to get rid of that itch. I hooked up with a couple of random women I met in clubs, and for the time I was there, it seemed to work.