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SUMMARY: A horny woman leaves the house with no panties, just stockings, heels, and a filthy need she can’t ignore. On a packed train, things heat up fast when a stranger touches her the right way. One bold move turns into another, and soon she’s chasing that high with every stranger who gives her the look she craves. No names. No feelings. Just pure, unapologetic sex with anyone willing to take her right then and there. [Author's Note: This is pure fiction. Sex with strangers should always involve protection. Stay safe.]

"Ms. Black, it's been two years since you wrote a bestseller and no offense, but your romance novels are no longer drawing the attention of your audience." Why do people say "no offense" when what they're about to say is going to offend the fuck out of you? My face contorts with hurt and confusion. "So what you're saying is...my books are...boring?" He clears his throat, gazing out the window of his office. "Look Kiara, your audience is looking for spice. The spicier, the better. Your latest manuscript has not one explicit scene in it, it might as well be YA," he continues, "I'm sorry, but no one is willing to publish it."

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“Ahh—! Mila— fuck, it feels so good— oh my god—” Mila kissed down her neck, sucking fresh marks into her skin while her fingers thrust deeper, faster. “Tell me the truth, baby. Whose fingers feel better? Whose touch makes you lose control like this?” “Yours— fuck, yours!” Lydia gasped, voice breaking into a long, throaty moan. “Mmmph—! Don’t stop— please don’t stop— I’m so close already—” Mila broke the kiss and trailed her lips down Lydia’s neck, sucking fresh marks into her skin. “Tell me the truth. Whose fingers feel better? Who makes you lose control like this?”

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The combination sent her spinning fast. Her head fell back against the driver’s shoulder. His lips dragged across her skin while Lucan’s mouth devoured hers. Their scent filled her lungs. “Open your legs wider,” the driver muttered against her ear. She did. Lucan growled softly in approval. The climax hit fast and hard. Her entire body arched, heat tearing through her like a storm. Her moan echoed against the walls, loud and helpless. Lucan’s fingers stayed buried inside her, the driver’s thumb still circling, milking every last tremor out of her.

Chris chuckled again, shaking his head in seeming reluctant admiration at my skewering of Lilly's taste. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he revealed he was already holding his own copy of the same book tucked against his hip. "Well, looks like we were both hoping to scratch the same lascivious itch this afternoon," he proclaimed in mock scandal, brows hiking exaggeratedly. I gaped at his copy, then back up at his impish grin - stunned that he apparently shared Lilly's dubious reading tastes. Taking pity on my disbelief, he continued lightly. "Haven't you heard? Kemple's erotic romances are all the rage in certain circles right now. Everyone's dissecting the social commentary and nuan

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BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

“I need more.” I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, in one rough motion. He moaned when I pressed into him from behind, but I wasn’t gentle—I didn’t ask if he was ready since he was here to take it. I shoved him forward again. “Turn around.” The boy looked up, licking his lips. “Sir—” He scrambled onto the bed, ass up, head buried in the sheets. I didn’t bother with lube. I just spat in my palm and slicked myself, anger twisting in my gut like a coil ready to snap.