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“Meanwhile he’s been fucking that girl from his gym for weeks. I found the texts.” Dante’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed even. “He’s an idiot, Riley. Always has been when it comes to women like you.” His eyes dropped to my mouth for a second, then back up. “You’re young, smart, and you don’t take shit. Any man who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to touch you.” The way he said “touch you” made heat rush through me. I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together, feeling myself get slick just from the conversation.

“And if we can’t?” Damian’s hand tightened. “Then we burn anyway.” The kiss that followed was slow and deep, nothing like the desperate office encounters. Damian tasted like wine and certainty. He pulled Alex into his lap, hands sliding under the black shirt, mapping every inch of skin like he was memorizing it.

My baby, My Bells, My lover, Mine and forever. FUCKING MINE! THE END. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STEAMY BOOK TILL THE END AND NOW, TADA! A few chapters will delve into Sally and Colby's sizzling relationship with unmissable heat. You wouldn't want to miss out on this new sibling step romance. I mean, who could resist the allure of a bad boy football player with messy jet black hair, piercing dark eyes plus a pierced cock, and sculpted muscles? Certainly not our secretive Sally though.

I murmured. I leaned down the rest of the way, pressing my lips to his. But I didn't slam into him like before. This time, I kept it slow, soft, and deeply romantic. I parted his lips easily, tasting the faint spice of the noodles, and let my hand slide into his hair, gently pulling him closer. Nathan let out a soft whimper against my mouth. His hands came up, tentatively grabbing the fabric of my hoodie, pulling himself up into the kiss as his body completely gave in.

Finish this for us. Martin’s throat tightened. He brought the paper to his lips, pressing a kiss there that felt both sacred and reckless. The scent of Damien’s cologne—something woody and subtle that he wore only on match days—still clung faintly to the edges. How many times had they done this? Passed notes like schoolboys, stealing glances across crowded rooms, their rings hidden under tape or gloves to avoid questions. The silver bands, simple and identical, were their quiet rebellion. Matching symbols of a commitment the sport’s old guard would never understand.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Just on paper. So why did it hurt me so? Maybe because he’d kissed me so passionately I’d dared to think this could have been real. He was probably deep inside the woman I just caught him kissing, minutes after he slid a fucking ring on my finger. The ring burned, and instead of my prosthetic finger, I found myself twisting it in place in nervous jerks. Broken. Unlovable. Why did every single attempt at romance end up with me at the losing end? Embarrassed and betrayed, twice in a row, when I’d wanted nothing but companionship, at the very least.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

A mess. My cock’s finally getting what it’s been crying out for—grinding against his rock-hard abs as we move together like animals in heat. It's filthy. It’s desperate. It’s somehow still romantic. Burns so good, I might actually cry about it later. Do I feel loved? Absolutely. More than loved. Vital. Do I love him? There’s more to it than that. I choose him.

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"