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Mark's head fell back against the couch, his hands tightening on her hips as he guided her movements in a slow, rocking motion that built the tension between them. Their kisses grew deeper, more heated. Claire's blouse rode up as she moved, and Mark took the opportunity to slip his hands higher, cupping the sides of her ribcage. His thumbs brushed just beneath the curve of her breasts, teasing without rushing. The anticipation made her ache with longing. She kissed him harder, pouring all her pent-up emotions into the connection, the frustration of the day dissolving into pure, romantic desire.

she breathed, pushing her hips upward, fingers tangling in his hair as she ground against his mouth. “Feeling good?” Doris asked, amused. Elise nodded, eyes glassy, a breathless laugh slipping out. “Richard could never give you this,” Doris murmured as she spread her legs and began touching herself, aroused by the sight. Luca’s tongue worked faster, deeper, the pace relentless. The room tilted as pleasure coiled tighter inside Elise. “Yes…yes,” she cried, grinding harder, chasing the release building in her body. Across the room, Doris pushed her panties aside, rubbing herself with increasing urgency. Her head fell back, fingers clenched between her thighs.

Ryan brought the thong to his nose, sniffing it deeply. “You smell good, Rita” she blushed. The air already felt thick with lust. Kent whispered hotly into Kiara’s ear again, his hand now sliding dangerously below her thigh, right under her dress “You’re so fucking wet right now, aren’t you?” Kiara shivered and nodded slightly, too turned on to deny it.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

The conversation flowed naturally, vulnerably, strengthening the bond between them far beyond the physical. Eventually, Ronan carried her to the small attached bathroom in his office. He ran a warm cloth over her body with careful tenderness, cleaning every trace of their passion. He kissed each mark he had left on her skin — the faint bruises on her hips, the red spots on her breasts, the love bites on her neck. “You wear my marks beautifully,” he murmured, kissing her collarbone. “But I will never hurt you in a way you don’t want.” Willow cupped his face, pulling him into a slow, emotional kiss.

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He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”