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He smiled politely and headed to his home office. I couldn’t stop staring as he walked away. His powerful frame, the quiet authority in his stride… I caught myself twirling a lock of hair. Later, I texted my friend Sam: “DILF ALERT. Her husband is insanely hot. I want to ride him right in that office chair. I’d drop under his desk in a heartbeat. Queen Slut status incoming?” Sam and I laughed about it in our volleyball group chat. It was all fantasy..or so I told myself. Our “Queen Slut” title went to whoever had done the wildest thing lately. The previous holder had sucked off two different guys in one night.

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Cathy's POV The soft knocks turned sharper. Lila’s little voice cut straight through the heavy air of the bedroom. “Daddy? Cathy? I heard her. Open the door. Please.” Damien’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and half-hard, his cum slowly leaking out around him and sliding down the insides of my thighs. My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, legs still tangled with his, chest pressed to his, the scent of sex thick between us.

" His eyes sparkled with amusement as he got a glimpse of my spicy romance book, Lethal Vows by T.L Smith. "I.." I flushed deep red in embarrassment. What an asshole! It wasn't my fault that I loved reading smutty erotic books. Everyone had their own guilty pleasures and I won't be ashamed of mine. "I was just teasing you, my sister is a die hard fan of romance books. Are you a teacher?" He straightened helping me up. "Umm no. Why do you ask?" I frowned. Did I look like a teacher? I was dressed casually. "The combination of the books." He pointed out.

Well, I won’t let it work. “Ahh, much better. Has anyone ever told you that your thighs are quite comfy or that I’d love to suffocate between them?” Aidan winked, flashing that stupid, charming smile. “Knock it off.” I rolled my eyes and smacked his face with the book. “No need for violence unless that’s your kink, leannan.” Aidan teased. “I have a question. Does your father know you read smut?" He asked. "Now, if you want me to learn from these books…” He tapped the book in my hands. “You’ll have to read them to me.”

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

Those were hilarious. Were those? I quizzed. What the hell was the publisher thinking while coming up with the titles? Dorky and the hoes is still tolerable but once in my cunt? Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with? What’s the book about anyways? Vulva? Sad life changers? Wolves certainly are a rather horny civilization to put such literature on best-sellers. The excited-bee besides me isn’t done gushing over the supposedly brilliant works of the lecherously lewd author who isn’t me. I am pleased I am not. The titles want me to puke my gut out. Putatively, there are more to come.

“ Because that's what drives me, being tortured by your indifference, your contempt, that makes me want to be the best. The best boss, the best man you will ever meet in your whole life.” “ You are not Anthony, and you will not be the best man I have ever met in my life.” He smiles, running his hands through his shiny black strands, his fingers continuing down her neck, lowering to her torso where the bare skin is censored by the shirt with tie and tight buttons. Meanwhile, the fabric of his pants and the zipper can't hide the growing volume of his member at all. “ See! That turns me on!” “ You're sick, Anthony…” “ I am! I'm not going to hide it! - he squats down and pulls out from under the

I absolutely hate when wolves use my full name, but my inner beast is secretly shocked he actually bothered to remember it. He shoves his massive hands into his pockets, towering over my sitting form like some ancient pack deity. His blue eyes drop down to scan the cover of my book—it's a super explicit, feral wolf smut novel. It's my absolute favorite comfort read, the exact book that dragged my wolf into the world of erotic wolf romance. It's basically my version of zoning out after a brutal week. A wicked, dirty smirk spreads across his full lips. "You like dominant alpha kink, pup?"