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Read the author's note first 1)The Biker's Obsession (Gangster, Ceo and maid romance) 2) A crush I can't date ( Have you all wondered this! Imagine two writers on GoodNovel fall in love! Imagine a writer and a reader like you fall in love ? Then you need to add this book to your library to find out more.

I’ve been having fun writing it! And a special thanks to the beyond awesome staff here at GoodNovel! It is my absolute honor to have the chance to submit my work to you guys, and I hope I can do the company proud! If you are enjoying this story, please don’t hesitate to comment with your thoughts! I welcome feedback, good AND bad, I mean it! Also, my other works can be read for free on W*****d and I****t, and I’m proud to have a pay-to-read romance novel on the G*****a reading app, as well, “Dog Walking in Heels” by H. R. Harney

I moaned freely now, the sound carried away by the ocean breeze. Right there, I whimpered. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Jace kissed the back of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. You are mine, Elena. Say it. I'm yours, I moaned, pushing back against him. Only yours. His pace quickened, the sound of our bodies meeting filled the balcony. My second orgasm built rapidly, stronger than the first. I cried out as it crashed over me, my legs shaking as intense pleasure flooded every nerve. Jace followed moments later, burying himself deep with a low, guttural groan as he came hard inside me, filling me with pulse after pulse of warmth.

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I remembered his mouth on my neck last night, nipping, sucking, sending sparks straight to my core. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding up my thigh, pushing the hem of my pencil skirt higher. The fabric whispered against my skin, cool air kissing the exposed flesh. I traced the edge of my stockings, garters still clipped from the day, and imagined Noah's rough palms doing the same slow, deliberate, building the need until I begged.

The best part of my day is refreshing GoodNovel and D****e and reading all the comments, especially because it allows me to interact with you guys. That being said. Writing this story was so gratifying, brought me so much joy, that I’m also not ready to leave that behind. So I am thrilled to announce my new story, “SUBMISSION 101,” a Professor/Student romance which dropped on November 26th on GoodNovel and D****e. It has about 10 times more smut than this book tho, so reader's discretion is strongly advised! Once again, thank you for reading, commenting, gifting and leaving gems!

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Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.

To know more, tune in for the next update of Ruthless Romance. Purva Narang (Your writer) Till the next time *****************

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