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“Drink! This is to warm you up, even though just a hug from me is enough to make you hot." Karin laughed softly. “The heat you produce is different from the heat that comes from this drink. You give off a delicious vibe, which I don't get from just drinking." Ryan's laughter was loud. “You're addicted to my body! I'll be happy to ease your heat!” Ryan grabbed the empty glass from Karin's hand and then placed it on the table. Then he carried Karin to bed. He followed Karin and lay down beside her. Slowly, his fingers skillfully unzipped the dress Karin was wearing. After the dress was opened, he took it off Karin's body and threw it away haphazardly.

He couldn't even get that right. The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what's referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I didn't notice your building." Austin tried to turn his face away but Bella seemed to not care at all, the woman tried to see how her husband's body temperature was then immediately got a drink and arranged a few days that made Austin feel uncomfortable at all.

Jamal has decided to throw us a barbeque party, and Natasha dropped by about half of an hour ago. I step out feeling okay with myself, and it’s all that matters. The patio is literary on fire and the alluring smell of grilled ribs, Korean style, catches my nostrils. Ooh, baby I love your ways . . . Bob Marley's voice fills the air, urging my lips to move in synch. It quickly makes me think of 'Jumanji' when Ruby fought the enemies while dancing the song. I like sweet reggae, and you can't go wrong with the combination of Kevin Hart and Dwayne Johnson.

“Are you scared of your heat?” “Scared of you,” I said honestly. “Good fear,” he said. “Keeps you alive.” He walked to the door. “I’ll leave you to think. Tomorrow morning you’ll talk.” “Wait,” I said. “Water.” He grabbed a bottle from a shelf and handed it to me. Our fingers brushed and a spark went through me. The heat surged again. “Oh,” I whispered. He heard me. “Already starting. Poor omega.” “Shut up,” I said and drank fast.

My breath caught in my throat. Standing right in front of me was Hudson Monette. He was the famous, star hockey player of Team America, and a literal household name. Seeing him up close, he carried an undeniable aura of power, though a shadow of grief always seemed to linger around his sharp features. Everyone knew his story, he was the illegitimate son of Hillary Monette, the legendary hockey pro who had tragically died in a horrific car accident just four years ago.

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

Cupping her face in his big palms, he sucked lightly at her lower lip, pulling it gently and licking it with the tip of his tongue. Heat shot through her, the walls of her cunt tingling and her nipples straining to press into his hard-muscled chest. He nibbled and sucked on her lip until every part of her body seemed to be on fire and her legs trembled. She gripped his upper arms, loving the feel of his skin as the water sluiced over it.

When he does, he’s completely irresistible. He’s still laughing, so I ask, “Is Gomez gay?” Moon laughs harder. This time, his chin lifts, and all I can think of is licking and biting the thick cords of his throat. I haven’t had sex in months. So many months, it qualifies as more than a year. Moon makes me think of sex. Hot, dirty, satisfying… sex. Hot. My brain switches gears and moves to the temperature of my apartment. “You adjusted my A/C?” I demand.

I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.