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Vienne’s heart pounded as she stepped into the sleek lobby of the building owned by Geralt. Today marked her first day as his secretary, yet strict instructions from HR dictated that she first hand over her documents to formalize her employment record. She clutched her folder tightly, her fingers trembling slightly. The elderly woman behind the counter glanced at her papers—the resume, the clearances, meticulously prepared. “You may head upstairs now, Olivienne,” the woman said without preamble. “Thank you, ma’am,” Vienne replied, bowing politely.

Emmeline’s chest heaved and her breath came in frantic, shallow gasps from the intense kiss. Her flushed skin was slick with a fine sheen of sweat. The heat radiating from her center was absolute, every nerve ending in her body firing with unsated demand. Emmeline’s core was dripping, swollen, and thoroughly slicked with her own intense arousal. Her soft folds were visibly engorged, flushed a deep rose-pink and heavy with the rush of blood driven by her galloping heart. Right at the top, her swollen clitoris throbbed rhythmically—a hyper-sensitive, exposed peak pulsing with every beat of her pulse, desperate for even the lightest graze of friction.

She started undoing his buttons. When she was done, he pulled her close and slammed his lips on hers roughly, making her moan. He picked her up and threw her on the bed, where she moaned louder. He took her panties and bra off her, kissing his way down her chest before stopping to bite her nipples.

I can feel the baby move, a constant reminder that I survived the fire. The world back home is still reeling from the cleanup. The truth couldn't stay hidden anymore. A mountain of files the "Blackwood Files" were released to the press. It was a scandal that shook the country to its core implicating most of top 0.01 percent of the richest families. The public learned about the underground drug rings and the human trafficking that the Blackwoods had hidden behind their shiny masks. The "charity galas" they hosted were revealed as nothing more than meetings for monsters.

Ahead stood a modern mansion of glass and stone — elegant, cold, intimidating. The car stopped at the gates. Security checked us with clinical efficiency before waving us through. Inside, everything smelled expensive: cedar, leather, faint cologne. The man led us through a wide corridor to a private study. “Wait here,” he said, and left. The door clicked shut behind him. Miles walked to the window, arms crossed. I wandered to the bookshelves, running my fingers along spines of titles that didn’t look read. My heart wouldn’t slow down.

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

A single knock sounded on the door and then it was pushed open, revealing Miss Luca. God knows I had unanticipatedly felt giddy headed. My body felt too hot-- scorching. And my dick had begun to throb against the material of my boxers. "Miss Luca " I choked as if the words had being pried forcefully from my throat. I eyed her hungrily. She was barely dressed in a short tight dress inches above the knees and the bust low,exposing the immaculate top of the breasts I had imagined more than once running my tongue over. she also donned very high heels. God knows how I hadn't died that same second from a sudden heart attack.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN Our Honeymoon 2 Eliza’s POV “We’re here for our honeymoon,” Alex said as he grabbed her by her waist, “We are a couple now.” Eliza's eyes widened as Alex spoke those words, revealing that this hotel room was meant for their honeymoon as a married couple. A rush of conflicting emotions washed over her, leaving her uncertain of how to react. She was fully aware of the implications of a honeymoon, the intimate moments that were traditionally shared between two people deeply in love.

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Professor Thorne meticulously translated the inscriptions on the shelves, searching for clues about the nature of the corruption and potential ways to resist it. Maya, clutching the key tightly, felt a growing warmth emanating from it. It pulsed with a faint light, as if beckoning her towards a specific shelf. Guided by this strange pull, she navigated the labyrinthine library, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension.