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I muttered, fixing my clothes. He laughed and pulled me close. “You were incredible today.” I shoved him away, still mad. “Don’t try to charm me.” “I mean it.” He replied, kissing me. We stumbled inside, collapsing on the bed. Reality crashed in. “This has to stop,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “What?” He propped up, looking at me. I sat up. “We landed the client, Cole. This is huge for Blackstone. But the firm’s rules— no relationships between non-married partners. It’s in the handbook.”

“Sera, I didn't lie to you. When I approached you, I told you that I fell in love with you when I first saw you and what held me back was the fact that you were with my best friend back then. When I gave that blow job and made you cum and squirt like crazy, it was because I was laying my claim on you. I want you for me and this contact is to make sure that you stay by my side and I am a very selfish man and I hate sharing. As such, I only want you to myself. We will cancel your membership to Velvet House because I can give you all what you wanted from there and more,” Klaus said and I was quiet for a while. "Then, I will agree to your conditions but on one condition,” I said and Klaus beamed

'I want you to take me to bed and go down on me. Sandra never used expletives, not the bad ones anyway; this was about as dirty as her talk got, so I was immediately aroused. Besides, I loved performing cunnilingus on her, loved the sight of her glorious red bush and light brown cunt lips. Loved the taste of her juices. She'd said once that her husband had refused to lick her out, stating that she "smelt horrible down there, like all red heads". It was an awful thing to say and totally untrue. Sandra's scent was strong but highly arousing and I loved it. I was only just beginning to realise how much trauma she had suffered at his hands.

At twenty-one, Lara was still a virgin, and most nights, that fact gnawed at her like an unsolved error in her code, but tonight, like so many others, her focus wavered. The lines of Python code blurred as her mind drifted to the hidden folder on her phone, the one buried deep in a sub-sub-folder, password-protected and labeled innocuously as "Notes_Backup." It was her secret stash of hardcore p**n, the kind that made her cheeks burn even in the privacy of her own room. She couldn't help it; she was addicted.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

**Jack's Pov** I'd been married to Emily for eight years, but that didn't stop the forbidden thoughts about her stepsister, Lara. It started six years ago at a family reunion—Lara was just turning 18, fresh out of high school, with that effortless beauty: long auburn hair, green eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a body that could make a man forget his vows. She wasn't blood-related to Emily, thank God, but she was family. Still, I'd catch myself staring at her curves, the way her hips swayed in those tight jeans, or how her laugh lit up a room. I'd jerk off in the shower thinking about her, guilt twisting in my gut afterward. Emily was great, loving, supportive but Lara was my secret obs

You know, the one that recently came true, in spectacular style. So, here goes: I have always wanted to fuck a bride on her way to her wedding. Despite knowing that the majority of brides these days aren’t exactly pure and innocent, I’ve always really fancied screwing one of them senseless in the back of my limo before dropping her off at her destination, where she’ll commit herself to someone else for the rest of her life. There’s no need to start psychoanalyzing it—I know it’s because it’s taboo, forbidden, corrupt. And therein lies the attraction. And, as I said, for a long time it was just a harmless fantasy that nobody knew about.

Cherry sat down besides her Madeleine, while Madeleine took a seat beside Adeline. "You girls did great!" Adeline said to both of them. "Yeah, I know. Cherry can't stop boasting about it." Madeleine said laughing as she gave Cherry a nudge at her shoulder playfully. "I told you I could do it!" Cherry argued. "Great." Adeline replied with a light smile. "Did you guys enjoy your performance?" "We sure did." Madeleine said nodding. "Yeah...it was great." Cherry added agreeing with Madeleine. A few moments later, the last auction began. The item was an art piece called 'Naked Truth.' It depicted a painting of a forest and a young woman made of flowers, stretching forth her hand towards a man who

**** The two lovers lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking as they tried to catch their breath. Kil's mind was at rest, but the same can't be said for Laty, who was beating himself for allowing his mate to mark him. But the deed had already been done. He was now mated to a bloodsucker. He got a mate from the species he vowed to eradicate. THE END

Still burning. Cameron had left just hours ago. They had barely spoken after he’d taken her against the bathroom wall, filling her with his release and then wiping her clean with her silk scarf. No affection. No hesitation. Only heat. They were past the point of flirting. Past teasing. Past hiding it well. The lies they told themselves were thinner now. This wasn’t an affair of convenience anymore. This was compulsion. This was addiction. And it was getting harder to hide.