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She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

A proud grin creeps across my face as I boast about my girl—the love of my life, the one who completes my world. "I finally got around to reading her book. That shit was hot!" he exclaims. "Had to recommend it to a few of my girls." "I know," I say with a smirk. I read both the manuscript she sent me months ago and was the first to receive a hard copy of her book. Even if I weren't her fiancé, I would say it definitely deserves the attention it's getting. I'm sure she'll be receiving some literary awards or something shortly. They give those for smutty novels, right?

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“I love reading.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading sex, aren’t you?” “Ew! God, no,” I shot back, trying not to laugh. “It’s a good book—with just a little smut.” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, amused. “Can I read it then?” “What? Hell no!” My cheeks flushed instantly. She tisked and shook her head. “You’re reading smut.” I groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s this one’s hook? Is it different than the one you were reading yesterday, and then the day before that? Or all the ones you've been reading since... I don't know... 7th grade?” I immediately shot upright with glee, grinning with all my teeth out, I always relished the opportunity to introduce new victims to my cherished collection of smutty werewolf e-novels. “Okay, Get this! I found one of those novel apps last week, so I thought, why not read one of the books they recommend. Since I’m an alpha expert or lycan enthusiast if you will, and I can smell the cringe from a mile away.” I paused to take a breath, “Then I found this book, by a new mysterious author on the bl

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.