Ladies Night Christian Keyes Novels & Stories

Key looked at Damian. "Can you take your clothes off for a second, boss?" Damian looked at Key, he only looked at the girl. “If I raise my hand this time. I'm not sure I can still do it!” Key looked at Damian sadly, he took the scissors from Damian's table. Making Damian just stare at the girl with furrowed brows. Key is the type of girl who is unpredictable. Especially now that Key walked up to him with a pair of scissors. "What do you want?" Damian stopped Key

My knight(s) in shining armour. There's a firm rapping at the door suddenly and even though I am still nothing but bound to this bed, I can feel relief wash over me like nothing before. "The doors locked, Willow! We can't get in!" I here Liam shout from the other side as I listen hopefully to the door handle jingle. It's both him and Samual, I can tell by the murmuring and bickering going on between the two of them. "We should call Maddox, Sam," Liam exclaims, giving up on the door handle. "He's the only one that has the key to the damn door! And besides, it's forbidden to break into the King's room and you know that!

He just nodded once and adjusted his route. ​A few minutes later, the dark car pulled up under the bright, grand awning of an elite, towering hotel. He shifted into park and reached into his pocket, turning in his seat to hold out a sleek, heavy black keycard. ​"Give this to the receptionist," Julian said, his voice low, his eyes meeting hers one last time. "Say nothing else, and they'll let you in." ​Liana looked at the card, then up at his face. She reached out, her fingers grazing his as she took it slowly from his hand.

Kaleigh is silent and feels heating when Christian begins to gently rotate his fingers around the walls of her pussy. She is looking at Dominic who talks to Michael, then to Elle who tells Autumn and Maria something interesting but she doesn't hear anything because she suddenly feels the orgasm hit her and she trembles in Christian's arms. Chris holds her close to his body and blocks her so that none knows what he is doing. "Are you sure you're alright?" Kenneth asks, looking more and more doubtful. "I'm fine" and immediately he gets up and runs to the bathroom. "Excuse me," said Christian, "I'm going to see what happened," he says, smiling innocently and running after Kaleigh. But as soon a

Eve backed away from the door, she was going somewhere by 7 tonight. She hurried back to her room and shut the door, who was Sadie talking to and what were they gonna talk about at a building? There was only one way to know. “Eve I’m leaving, ain’t you gonna kiss me goodbye.” He dip his hands in his pocket, and Eve tipped on her toe and kissed his cheek. Wesley smiled and opened the car door. “I might not be home tonight, don’t wait for me.” “I wasn’t planning to.” She frowned.

“I don’t know whose key is whose, and I can’t find out without going to the front desk.” “Here’s the plan,” says Lorcan decisively. “We’ll scatter them around the room like Easter eggs. Everyone’s watching the band. No one’ll notice.” “But how will we know whose key is whose? They’re identical!” “We’ll guess. We’ll use our psychic powers. I’ll take half,” he adds, and starts grabbing key cards out of the wallet. Slowly, cautiously, we get to our feet. The lights are dim and the band is playing a Coldplay song, and no one turns a hair. Lorcan walks authoritatively toward the bar, leans slightly to his left, and deposits a key card on a bar table.

I muttered. Grace’s voice came through. “Mr. Denver, there’s a lady here to see you. Miss Jessica Hart.” Her last statement left my mouth open as my heart raced. “What could Jess be doing here,” I mumbled. I sat still, forgetting I was on call. “Mr. Denver, are you there? Should I let her in?” Grace called again, and I quickly agreed as I set the phone down and straightened upright. In a few seconds, my door creaked open, revealing my assistant with Jess directly behind her. She looked ravishing as ever as her long brown hair was styled to perfection, and her dress hugged her body without complaint.

I press down again, pressing hard at just the right angle… A click. I work my hand free in an instant. I don’t care that my left is still dangling a set of cuffs. I’ll fish the key out of Christian’s remains after I get that window open and burn him to a crisp. I’ve barely swung my feet over the side of the bed when I notice his eyes are open – a silver slit of judgment, eyeing me in cold rebuke. I lunge for the curtains.

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“I said Nate was talking to Cassie because she’s his ex. But you know that, right?” Eira nodded hesitantly. “Yes. Yes, I know,” She stated. Nate entered the car, his eyes flooded with relief. “There are no dents,” He chirped. “But that does not mean I will allow you to drive my car again. Give me the keys,” He demanded. Eira felt sympathetic towards Dana. Her lips were curved downwards as she fleshed the keys out of her purse and handed them with a sigh of defeat to the vampire. He tossed the keys in the air and caught them again. Tucking them safely into his pockets, he ignited the car’s engine.