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“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

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But I didn't get a chance to call it out when she continued . “I stumbled upon this book the other day. By mistake, obviously. I thought it was a theological study on ‘Fellowship,’ but it was actually this incredibly sappy romance story about two childhood best friends who fall in love after they made a promise to marry each other if they were still single by thirty.” She let out what sounded like a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “They were very scandalous scenes in the book, Leon,” Rose murmured in a low voice. “Their…sexual escapades were so vividly described I couldn't stop blushing, but I couldn't stop reading either.” She laughed again.

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

“But if you miss him that much, maybe you should go see him.” “Why would I do that?” I raised a brow. Cassia gave a knowing grin. “Because you miss him, duh. Find an excuse, paperwork, delivery check, whatever, and walk into his office like you own the place. Stress relief, but make it classy.” I stared at her. “That sounds… inappropriate.” “Not if you’re subtle,” she countered. “Office romance is all about the right kind of secrecy. A shared glance. A smile no one understands. Trust me, that’s what keeps the tension delicious.”

Oliver was touching Charles, encircling his masculine hands around Charles' torso, back, and bum. I was close to it, reaching for the stars. I reached up to kiss Charles but Oliver's mouth met mine. His taste felt different - like the taste of ginger, hot and soothing. I didn't even realize that Oliver was slamming into me with a special kind of fury. His tongue was plunged into my mouth, meshing my tongue with his. His pace heightened. His balls were slapping hard on my backside and a series of loud gasps escaped me. Even as I writhed in his arms, he rode on, pinning my hands to the sides while he rode me like a wild dog.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

enclave to which she was denied access. She was always alert during the few seconds when the door opened for Frankie's visitors to enter. If she was quick, she could glimpse inside that forbidden compartment. What she saw was a couple of ordinary and disappointing rooms. At the front was a small office with a desk and a telephone. Behind it was an anteroom with several wooden filing cabinets and a huge cast-iron safe. One afternoon, when Frankie hurried out of the office and left the door wide open, an opportunity arose to inspect those rooms more closely. Arlyne, who had been playing in the chapel, looked down the hall and felt extremely fortunate. Fearful that the lapse meant nothing more