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Asher was driving along the lower Manhattan street of Hudson in the Tribeca area, he was done with the day's work and was in the neighborhood to pick up Cassidy Myers from work, he knew a steamy bonk was in the cards tonight. Cassidy is Asher's secret lover, a tall, thirty-five-year-old divorcee with bottle-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She runs a gallery in the Tribeca neighborhood, which she acquired from the large sum she got from her divorce from her ex-husband. Asher found Cassidy already waiting for him as he parked by the sidewalk of her gallery. "Thanks for coming to get me, lover boy," Cassidy said as she slipped into the car, giving Asher a peck on the side of his neck. "My place

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It belongs to him, but I’m not telling him that. Colin rips my shirt off without ever breaking our kiss. His pajama pants fight to keep his erection caged when he rubs it against my lace-covered core. The tingles soak the lace in need. Colin pulls away from me, his hazel eyes swirling with gold. I can only guess his wolf is present to. The dance of colors is mesmerizing. His eyes never leave mine as he flicks the lace underwear off my body. He takes a deep breath. The smell of my desire turns his eyes black.

Though… With my luck of late, I’ll likely end up being bought by a ninety-year-old who simply wants me to read a salacious bedtime story to him. Actually, that is precisely what I should be wishing for, right? Talk about easy money. But, I don’t know… There’s the lure of erotic, deviant, highly guilty pleasures that taunt me. Problem is, I’m not exactly interested in just anyone having their way with me. When you’ve met the ultimate in masculinity and power, a man with the lushest dark hair and the most sinful brown eyes, who commands attention without saying a word… You pretty much give up on real lust and longing. Jameson Richards is all that and more.

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" she asks." In a whisper, Jannis says, "Yes, let's finish this up and head back to the hotel." The sensation of Jake's warm palm on hers sets her heart ablaze, and she looks into his eyes, which are a tinderbox of want and anger. "We have some things to discuss privately," she says with an air of seriousness that belies her words. Jannis knows that when they're alone, the tension between them will be palpable. She wants nothing more than to feel Jake's touch on her exposed skin and to give in to the intense desire that lies dormant in their forbidden relationship. As Anna brings their dessert and coffee, Jannis pretends to smile and make small talk, but her thoughts are elsewhere—on the nig

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

“Spread your legs for me. I find the thought of you standing their in stockings and high heels very exciting. I'm sure all those other people in the other hotel are excited as well. Don't you?” “Oh yes,” she whispered. She could feel his hands slipping down between her legs, parting her pussy lips. “The men are stroking themselves and wishing they were you, and the women are wishing they had your big cock inside them.” “Like this?” She felt him slide into her. It seemed to take hours for him to fill her entirely.

“As many as you want.” “That’s not—” “I’m serious. Go.” I moved through the narrow aisles and let my fingers trail over the spines. Some were cracked leather, others smooth paperback, the new ones still crisp and unbroken. I found myself in the romance section because of course I did. The covers were ridiculous with their shirtless men and promises of happy endings I’d stopped believing in. “These any good?” I jumped. Nate stood close enough that I caught the scent of cedar. “I don’t know. Haven’t read them yet.”

“Twenty-two.” “Thirteen years.” Al whistled loudly. “Did it move you?” “Hmm?” “To know she had been waiting for you for all those years?” “Maybe it flattered me a little. But what made me want her is the more I was with her, the more I knew I wouldn’t let her go. She’s what I want.” Al cleared his throat. “If she changes her mind?” “I’ll pursue her until she can’t say no.” Laughing aloud, Al patted Jacob’s shoulder repeatedly. “My, my. Now I know why you could be the youngest billionaire. You won’t take no if you want something.”