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The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough. I couldn’t think of anything else. All that mattered was that I was his, and I wanted him. His hands roaming all over my body, his mouth devouring and his body fusing with mine, until the world disappeared and it was only us. I reached for his trouser and pulled it down. Then, I hitched at the size of his cock that was erect, thick and unbearably hard with veins standing out, alive with a fierce heat. He was massive, so much more than Matthew had ever been, and I couldn't imagine how his pants had managed to cage it in.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

CHAPTER 3 Once the light green jacket had been set aside, Callista reached across Gabrielle's chest and cupped her left breast through the white blouse that had been beneath it. The redhead's mounds were only half the size of the dark-haired woman's but were impressive never the less. "Do you mind if I kiss you?" Callista asked. "I was hoping you would," Gabrielle replied, suddenly feeling more nervous than she had the night back in high school when she'd lost her virginity.

They are breasts, the thought of them alone can turn a gentle man into a hungry beast. Ronnie immediately pulls her closer to him, pinning her hips down against his. His dark-blue eyes were glowing as he looked at her. Love could feel his hard, huge erection pressing against the juncture between her thighs. It felt like the hard heat from all the sensations and intimacy, had created a scorching path, straight to the tips of her hard, erected nipples and breasts. And Ronnie, as if following the unseen path and trail, his hands sensationally, traveled up to her lacy black bra and gently cupped her breasts in his palms.

Heath wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making sure their story would always be filled with the most perfect love. “Promise me something, my love…” “Anything you want!” “Promise me that you’ll burn that awful book the minute we get home.” “Book?” “Yes, Heath. Book.” A single eyebrow arched high, and Rowena stared at him with a knowing gleam. “‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’.” He cringed. “If you want… but why?” “Because we don’t need it, my darling. We never did.” Rowena smiled at him wholeheartedly.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

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