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All I had was a mysterious sense of calm. Perhaps his regret was real, but so what? I was no longer the wife he used to hide his true intentions, and I did not want to become his salvation after his regret. “Miss Dawn.” The regular customer called out to me again, waking me from my thoughts. I turned to see him standing next to my table. He was here again today, offering me an intricate leather-bound file. “...I won’t join you,” I declined coldly without even looking at the documents inside.

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Jordy’s hands slid up to his shoulders while Matt kissed him again, deeper this time, his hand still resting under Jordy’s shirt. Then, The door suddenly opened. Both of them froze instantly. Jordy turned so fast his heart nearly stopped. His mother stood at the doorway.

Shit, same book. Fuck! We actually don't do anything anymore but that's going to change. Romance is coming back. ~~~ After an hour of realization and a glass of wine, I'm set to look all sexy for my husband but here's the problem, I don't have anything sexy. Not thing. No sexy lingerie, everything I wear screams out mom. You know what? I'll just appear butt naked, we don't have to waste time removing the lingerie, just get to the main thing.

That alone might be worth the effort. Shaking my head at the thought, I drifted back toward the main shelves, pulling a few books that caught my interest. My stack grew quickly: a historical novel with an intricate map inside the cover, a poetry collection, a book of legends… and, okay, maybe one or two with decidedly romantic-looking covers. Purely for variety, of course. I was just balancing the last book on the stack when the door opened behind me. “Let me guess,” a familiar voice drawled, “you got lost and stumbled in here looking for more romcoms.”

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“Have you ever opened your door to find a this absolutely gorgeous, hunky, specimen of a man standing on the other side? I’ve dreamt just that, repeatedly, to the point that I’m frustrated with myself for not having a depth of imagination to move beyond this dream guy -pun intended- and into something more substantial. I mean, all he does is stand there with a sexy smirk on his face. Night after night, I see myself in this cozy little log cabin. There’s an enormous fieldstone fireplace dominating the room. The warmth from its roaring fire permeates every crack and crevice of the small, but spacious room. Either there’s no electricity, or it’s gone out for some reason because I’m sittin

Emma’s POV Sitting with Delmor made me realize how much I was starting to like him, I’m not sure about love yet but there was definitely sexual chemistry going on. He practically dragged me to his room. Well, I guess its hour room now. I don’t know what he thinks is going to happen once inside. I know he knows I’m turned on. But I don’t just jump into bed right away, but I can see where this might go in the meantime. I know I have a silly grin on my face before we enter his room. Once at his room he practically slams the door and then locks it. I end up pushed up against the door and accidently let out a moan. Oh, my goodness I have always wanted a beautiful man to man handle me and use his

“Oh my god, Cas!” He hummed against me, the vibration making me tremble. “Taste so fucking good. Better than I imagined.” His hands pinned my thighs open as he devoured me, two fingers back inside, fucking me while his tongue worked magic. I was close again already, whimpering and grinding against his face. “I’m gonna come—Cas, I’m—” The door clicked open. Damien stood there, eyes dark with lust as he took in the scene. Me, dress around my waist, tits out, legs spread with Cas’s face buried between them.

"Francis, I'm begging you..." It was as if Francis had only just noticed Nora standing there. He gave her a long, serious look, then said with a hint of uncertainty, "I'm sorry, but my bride is Natalie Stewart. And you are?" Francis had lost it. He had completely forgotten about Nora. Right at that moment, the grand doors of the manor swung open. Doctor Michael Johnson, the one who had declared me dead, strode in with a folder in his hand. He made a beeline for Francis and handed him the folder.