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CHAPTER 2 Jack had begun to re-think accepting Alannah's proposal when last week, he'd been in bed going over some notes for his newest novel. The girls were watching a too-sappy chick-flick in the other room. He was just turning the lights off when a beautiful figure appeared in the doorway, wearing a sheer, white peignoir. It still turned him on to know he was sleeping with a sexy lingerie model, Alannah wore sexy underwear for him almost every night.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

The last thing we need is Hope going missing. "Mmm, I might just of enjoyed that." She answered as she pulled me towards Hope. I don't know about her, but the heat had just picked up. And all I did was get a peck. I was desperate to share that woman's body, claiming it as my own. ----

Chapter 2 Alecia's POV I stood there in the kitchen, my fingers still wrapped around the cold bottle of water, but my eyes were glued to Haiden. His chest was right in front of me, those droplets from the pool sliding down his skin, and I could smell that mix of chlorine and whatever soap he used, something that made my stomach tighten. My nipples were hard against my shirt, and I felt that heat building between my legs, imagining his hands on me, pushing me back against the fridge, sliding inside me rough and fast.

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

Chapter 2 I stood under the hot water, waiting. My eyes kept flicking to my phone on the counter. Every few seconds I hoped to hear the familiar notification sound. But nothing came. The screen stayed dark and silent. The longer I waited, the fucking hotter I felt. My body was aching with need. My nipples were still hard, and the warm water running down my skin only made the throb between my legs stronger. I couldn’t wait anymore.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Anticipation for each night strong. The annual library gala approached. Tension high. He stayed late helping. Passion overtook. In head librarian office. Door locked. "Need you now." Pressed to desk. Entered swift. "Tight heat." Pounded. "Hard." Climax fast. Full night after guests left. All sections. Stacks, desks, floors. "Take everything." Multiple rounds. "Relive favorites." Twist came after intense round. "Bestselling erotic novelist. Using you as inspiration."

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”