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"Does this place at least have coffee, do you think?" "I know they do," Harper assured him, opening her door. Freezing wind whipped strands of hair that had escaped her French twist across her face, and she shivered before pulling herself out of the bucket seat. "Mrs. Overbay will have a fresh pot on and, if we're lucky, she may have some apple dapple." "What in the world is an apple dapple?" Cam asked, throwing his hands up in the air and giving her a piercing look. "It's a special kind of apple cake. You'll love it!" Harper let the wind slam the car door shut and headed for the warmth of the small, country store.

In fact, I could sense him missing me just as much. Julius' Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His gaze darkened instantly, his lust for me too overwhelming for him to suppress. I took his hand and pressed it onto my chest, my voice already taking on a seductive lilt. "Let's just say I'm starving for you, Julius." His hand became warmer, his fingers closing around my chest tightly. Just as he was about to prop himself up to kiss me, I shifted away from him, only allowing his lips to brush against mine gently.

she said softly. I caught sight of Cord stepping out from the front seat. He headed to the back seat as he slid the door of the van open as we both entered so did he. Apple held on me tightly. I was sure she didn’t feel comfortable. “Hey” said Ten waving at Apple who nodded. “Hey beauty” said Heat with his shady eyes on Apple. “Heat please” said Ten. “Okay, okay” Heat replied moving his head back. “Thanks, Ten” I said.

Mine. I dropped my tray of overboiled oatmeal and apple on the table first and I watched his body stiffen after he'd recognized the tats on my hands. I ignored the stares I got from the weirdos around me, and slipped across him. He's got a black scarf wrapped around his neck. “Woah, look who's twice as hot this morning,” I said between chuckles as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. My voice is warm as the morning sun , yet I got no response. Okay.

Useful. For Cale, that was the same thing. "Desert?" Martha asked. "I made apple crisp." "Apple," Cale said. "Red fruit. Baked?" "With cinnamon and oats." "I will attempt it." They ate dessert. Cale ate two helpings. "Sugar content is high," Cale noted. "But the texture is... comforting." "It's a hug in a bowl," Martha said. "A hug," Cale repeated. "Yes. Thermal transfer."

as the heat made my head spin. I heard footsteps outside my door, and my heart raced. “Delilah?” Matthew’s voice came through, sounding weird, like he was struggling. “You okay in there?” “No,” I said, my voice shaky. “I’m not okay. Stay away, Matthew.” “What’s wrong?” he said, knocking. “Open the door.” “I can’t,” I said, leaning against the wall, moaning, “Ohh, fuck.” My scent was everywhere, and I knew he could smell it. “It’s my heat. It’s bad.”

I sat in a fancy coral chair and started sorting my magic pouch. My silence gave him pause. He set the necklace on its velvet cushion and approached me. He reached for my hand, his touch light, hesitant. His gaze was filled with a searching uncertainty. "Kressa, there's something I need to talk to you about." He pursed his lips, looking awkward. He hesitated, then spoke. "It's about your sister, Melora." My heart dropped. A ridiculous thought hit me. His next words were a lightning strike. "Melora ate the apple, but her soul is still weak. So, I'm planning to marry her temporarily. I'll share our soulmate mark with her to soothe her."

💦Kitchen Heat💦 “Fuck, Marco… your tongue feels so good.” I was bent over the stainless steel counter in the back of my upscale New York restaurant after closing, legs spread wide, my chef’s coat unbuttoned and hanging open. My heavy breasts pressed against the cold metal as Marco, my head sous-chef, devoured my pussy from behind like a man possessed. He had me completely at his mercy. His strong hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them wider as his hot tongue licked from my clit all the way up to my tight asshole. He pushed his tongue inside my cunt, fucking me with it while two thick fingers rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles.

"After all is said and done, you’re nothing but a pauper." Jay sneered. Rose did not want to start a fight with him, so she scurried to one side and started peeling apples for him. After slicing the apple into a few slices, she heated them up in boiling water before setting them in front of Jay. Jay stared at the steaming apple, a trace of imperceptible bewilderment emanating from his eyes. Angeline had the habit of heating up fruits in boiling water too.

I muttered, not wanting to give too much information. He chuckled like I was being cute. “Cool. Look, I don’t want to keep you, I left my phone back at the bar, but I’d like to keep in touch. Mind if I give you my number?” “That’s okay,” I said, handing him my phone. While he typed in his contact, I took a moment to check him out. He was hot. No doubt. Tall, muscular, and the way he walked, like the world owed him something and he was coming to collect it.