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After that, the car sped back to the one place Justin wanted to go. “I guess you haven't had lunch yet. Didn't you?” Justin asked as he rolled down the window. “Don't stop me. My mind is tired.” Celine scowled. “Is our destination a restaurant? If so, I'm voting for the menu. I'm tired of steak and chicken.” “No, it's not a restaurant.” Justin took a cigarette out of his pocket. And began to enjoy the puff and flavor of nicotine on the tip of his lips. “Ah, the Manhattan air is getting stifling.”

Right when the movie was about to play, Matthew took another bite of his pizza and replied "7 Candles" A/N: Hi everyone! So I will upload chapters on Mon-Thurs at 10:00PM & Friday at 5:00PM Hawaii Standard time. I'm also writing a new book called "Speak To Me." I will upload chapters for that book on Tuesdays & Thursdays at 8:00PM Hawaii Standard Time. Feel free to check it out, and I also hope you all like it. Thank you for reading and I Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

I just lie there, in the dark, watching her breathe. Tomorrow, I meet Adrian. Tomorrow, I will learn the rest of the truth. But tonight — tonight, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With her. In the dark. Trying not to be afraid. End of Chapter 86

"Let's eat something." Colton disposed of the condom and back on the bed, pulling my legs apart. "Nah babe, my dinner just came and I can't wait for the desert." And just like that I became a putty under his touch and screamed his name until my throat went dry as I came for the nth time. I think I know how heaven feels, although I'll probably go hell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for giving this book a chance. How did you like this chapter? Quick question: Should I write a bonus chapter? Something in their future?

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Alexander touched her cheek, eyes burning. “Then we fight harder.” FINAL LINE OF THE CHAPTER As the bunker lights dimmed, a soft thrum rose from the floor — the unmistakable hum of something waking up deep below them.

Everything was so perfect and in time that made him drosy and asleep. As Lila disappeared instantly into the cabin, the scent of simmering spices and roasting meats wafted out, teasing Vicky's senses and making his stomach growl with anticipation. The warmth of the fire, the comfort of the bench with side cusions, and the exhaustion of his journey conspired against him, and Vicky's eyelids grew heavy.

What do I have to do to get attention? I try not to moan when the exquisite flavors burst through my pallet. Slowly closing my eyes, I let the fireworks of spices drown my body. I've never tasted chicken parm this good before. I remind myself to thank the head chef later. When I opened my eyes, chills went down my spine—no not chills, electricity. I'll be stupid if I won't acknowledge the sphere of electricity that has been flying around the room. I don't want to deny the fact that my toes are curling with the thought of Lucas naked. In my bed. Dark. Alone.

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa

Yet, I didn’t have the book when I landed myself in my current trouble, so maybe I should do more reading and less acting on my horniness. With that in mind, I flip open the book. I skim past the familiar chapters until my attention catches on something I don’t remember reading before. It’s a chapter farther back in the book, entitled, The Pleasant Torture of Edging from a Nerdy Boy. What the hell are these titles? Though I suppose it is effective. It catches my eye, after all. Quietly lambasting the author in my head, I skim through the chapter. Within it, the heroine is flirting with a shy, nerdy boy who mostly stammers at first – until the clothes come off. Then it’s like he’s an entirely