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Even though I still felt jealous. "So you don't mind both of us having a taste of the same man?" "As long as you don't want him anymore." We both laugh. We both talk about other things, making sure to avoid talking about Alexander. Since Edward wasn't going to be back till Monday, Brianna decided to stay throughout the weekend. Hours later, we sat in my room rewatching Sex and the City. Popcorn was littered on the titles and we both chugged down glasses of sweet wine. We had rewatched the show countless times and never got bored with the movie.

Tessa might think I was just another asshole with a dick in his hand wagging it around at her, but that wasn’t what I was about. I wanted to know her, to know what drove her to take such a risk in her career with the story she’d decided on. And why drag it out the way she had? A little digging around online showed the paper’s budget was in jeopardy, and I understood. This was her effort to save the paper. Sex sells, that’s the saying, and it was obvious she knew that. I was on my way back to my one-bedroom apartment when my phone buzzed in my back pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen.

"She wants us to give her a sex scene." Damian looked up. "What?" "A sex scene. She said the book needs 'intimacy' and 'emotional depth.' She asked if we'd be willing to describe—" "I know what a sex scene is, Sebastian. I'm just trying to understand why you're considering it." "I'm not considering it. I'm insisting on it." Damian stared at him. "You're insisting on a sex scene. In a book written by my ex-girlfriend." "She's a psychologist. It's for research."

“Are you going to run off? If you come back I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said. The sex between them was brilliant. She never wanted the lust to end. Christal wondered how long the brilliant sex would last without love. She’d seen many couples within her pack mate, then regret their decisions afterward.

Her body seemed to melt, but she didn't want to let go of Ethan. The sound of moans from both of them echoed each other, filling this quiet room. Neither of them wanted to stop this moment. Each of her touches managed to make Ethan let out his sweet moan. During their marriage, Andrew had never touched her. She has no experience when it comes to sex. All the sex scenes she wrote in her novels were based on only ten percent of research, and the rest were from her wild imagination. So of course, finding herself making out with her ex-husband's best friend was not something that had ever crossed her mind.

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

“Because, you’re the good girl, and yet you’re thinking of such filthy things. Even when it comes to something like sex, you’re thinking about what you can do for the person you’re with. Do you ever think about yourself?” She put the book that she was reading down. “Um, I have been a lot actually. When it comes to what I want after I graduate.” “Still thinking about New York?” She frowned. “How did you know about that? I haven’t told anyone, even my mom. She’s always called it the worst city. Says it’s too busy, and full of crime. But Boston isn’t exactly Sesame Street, y’know?” I smiled. “Your mom knows. She reads your journal. She was ranting to me about it before we left for Italy.”

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

"I'm considering writing about the woman's story—how her early traumas caused her to conceal her tender side behind her icy, merciless exterior and develop a sex addiction. Thus, I need your assistance to understand what it's really like to have sex frequently. I observed that you two have excellent chemistry and are highly sexually active." I'm not sure why, but when it came time to discuss the character in my book, I couldn't stop talking. "So you keep your eyes on us, right?" With a sip of her coffee, she arched a brow at me. "I am sorry; I didn't mean to say this. All I'm trying to do is give my characters a more grounded feel." Since I already knew how impolite she could be, I apologize