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His arms quickly looped around my waist, and he planted a kiss on my cheek. He appears happy and content while gazing deeply at me. He is wearing only the hotel's robe, and his captivating stare makes me want to savor him. "Do you want some?" I offered my ice cream. "No. I'll get my dessert later." He licked his lips and teasingly smiled at me. I giggled when I felt his hands rubbing my back. Like him, I've been dreaming of our kisses. I miss his touch, kisses, and everything. And now that he is my husband, I will stand and fight for him no matter what. I will fight for what is mine. . c. m. louden

Much love, xx ~~ btw, I've got a new book and it should be up today on my profiIe. It’s called FALLING FOR MY HUSBAND. It'd be nice to see you guys there. It's my first take on an arranged marriage trope and it’s a bit lighter than this one ;) thank you again

"Importante iyon." "Grace." "May private island." Napakurap ako. "Ano?" "Private island." Nakatitig siya sa screen na parang may nakita siyang himala. "May private island talaga siya." Napahawak ako sa noo. Hindi ko alam kung alin ang mas problema. Ang misteryosong kasal ko. O ang best friend kong mas interesado sa bank account ng asawa ko kaysa sa marriage mystery.

I love you. Flynn reread the message as his heart pounded. He tapped the number calling it. It rang twice then got picked. “mine.” Flynn clenched his jaw. “This is her husband. How long have you been sleeping with my wife you piece of shit?!” . . .

“Grandpa, I’m telling you, from now on I’ll not listen to every word you say. You want me to marry Pearlie, and unite with the Turner family through our marriage right? I’d suggest you better perish that thought of yours!” “Isn’t Pearlie good enough? Why can’t you fall for her?” “Why should I like her?” Zachary sneered. “I’m not afraid to tell you, I’ll piddle away for the rest of my life if I can’t be together with Yvonne. I won’t get married, let alone me living my life as you want, just wait and see!” “You little brat!” The Old Master Quimby became furious at once. “Are you threatening me? That’s not going to work on me!”

I insist. She bit her lip arresting the mewl. "I really don't have any." She said with a hint of desperation as if she were afraid of what might spill from her lips. "Sweet Cakes I am your husband and there is nothing to feel shy about discussing your desires with your husband." I spread her lips to find the tiny, swollen nub at the core of her and applied a little pressure with my fingers. Her wild breath charged my blood. "Do you fantasize about being fucked by two men? Two cocks at once? One in your mouth, one in your pussy? Or perhaps, one in your pussy and one in your ass?" She shook her head wildly, a genuine distaste in her expression. "I only dream about you." She tells me going frag

“Is this marriage only temporary or is this marriage a real marriage for a couple who truly love each other? If it's a temporary marriage or a fake marriage, I don't have to worry about my future because we can get divorced at any time for reasons of incompatibility. But if this is going to be a real wedding, I really need to think about it carefully. I don't want to sacrifice my life just for a marriage that I don't want at all and only for your benefit." "You think? What do you want this marriage to be like?” Truly I hope my marriage will be a once in a lifetime and happy marriage forever. It never once crossed my mind that the marriage I was going to have was a marriage that was set up fo

I didn't know what the look on my face said, but it made Nick pause and the smile to drop from his face. "Sorry, if that w*-" "No, no, no. It's just that I thought it was a dream, but sex was always like that between us." I blurted, feeling my face heat up. Nick let out a laugh. “Why did you think you had a dream about having sex with me?’’ ’’I don’t know.’’ ’’Well, damn girl. I can make whatever sexy dreams you have to constantly come true if you want me so badly. All you have to do is just ask or take it whenever you want. I am your husband, so I won't have a problem with that."

That might take another year—or five—to not feel as if I'm bound to wake up from some dream, because. I'm the director of sales at Innovex Microchips. My family's not in any danger and is worth billions. My biological father never set foot in prison, and we're mending a relationship that was stolen from us. And best of all, I'm married to the love of my life. Damien. I stare deep into his eyes, my breath hitching as I wait... and wait... and... I sigh in relief. Yep. Still here—not a dream. "My perfect husband."

How could I tell him I’d given it all up for a man who wouldn’t even look at me anymore? “No,” I said, the word tasting like regret. “My husband is… a bit old-fashioned.” His expression barely changed, but something in his gaze shifted. “In college, you never shut up about being the top-selling author in Manhattan,” he mused. “Beating Andrea Dubuton ten times over.” My throat tightened. “Dreams are like stars.” He tilted his head. “Distant?” “Dying.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. A long silence stretched between us. Then, warmth. A solid chest. Arms around me—firm, but careful.