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Maureen nudged her. Aria laughed. “Yes, we’re friends now. Not that close though.” “I feel offended. I thought we were close now.” A voice spoke from behind and both girls looked back. It was Matteo. “Here, you left your book.” Matteo said and handed the book over to her. “You’re Maureen, right?” Matteo said, his right hand stretched out for a handshake. “I guess I’m quite popular. Nice to meet you, Matteo. Aria here was just saying nice things about you, so I believe both of you are quite close now.” Maureen said, taking the gesture.

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another said with a scoff. “Didn't you hear what happened to Miss Gabriela this morning?” But, I actually thought Miss Gabriela was very close to boss!” Another said. “Does the Boss look like someone who has close friends? He is damned too cold hearted to befriend anyone!” Another said and they all nodded their heads in agreement to what she said. “Of course, Miss Gabriela being sacked isn't news anymore! I tell you ladies, she is bad news!" The first one said, and then paused to steal a glance at me.

I kissed him back, the cold of his lips melting against the heat of mine. I was warm-blooded and him, cold-blooded. Together, we found the perfect balance. His lips moved against mine with such a ginger touch and yet it was still passionate and perfect, eliciting a shiver down my spine. I arched into him, pressing my chest against his to which he answered with a hiss.

Ellie gasped in desire and bit back a moan instantaneously. He let go of her neck. "And you're so hot... like, literally." Oliver was alluding to her scalding sex. He could feel the heat even with a soggy tampon clogging her to its best ability. "I'm so hot for you, Oliver." She couldn't smother her next moan, placing her hands on his biceps and squeezing tightly. "You don't even know how much."

Célia Consciousness returns in waves. First, the sensation of heavy warmth along my back. An arm, solid as an iron beam, barring my waist, pinning me against a broad, motionless chest. The warmth. His. It permeates the air, the leather of the couch, my own skin. I am immersed in his warmth.

Gosh, she knew Rosie was a fan of erotic painting, but this was so overly explicit that she had to avert her gaze, shutting out carnal thoughts, especially when her ex-husband was standing right in front of the door. Nonetheless, nothing of that sort could ever happen between them ever again, she assured herself from within. Why on earth was the room getting above temperature? Fanning herself with her palm, she deluded herself that the heater was on full blast. “Come on. Open up and let's talk. My legs are fucking aching.” Joel's smooth tenor voice rang out impatiently, and her face snapped towards the door cam. “Nobody asked you to show up here begging to talk. Talk about what, though? How

I ran my fingers lightly along the shaft, feeling the heat emanating from his arousal. I looked up at him, meeting his dark gaze with my own as I trailed kisses along his thighs. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable, a mix of desire and longing that mirrored my own. I gave him a little hand job, feeling the weight of his member in my hand as I caressed his balls with my fingers. I could feel the heat emanating from him, a physical manifestation of his arousal. With a deep breath, I took him into my mouth, feeling the heat of his cock against my tongue.

He sent more heat into his hand. Cali’s eyes widened. Finally, she lifted her hand away and brought it close to her face, staring at it in disbelief of what she had just felt. “What does that mean?” she asked after a moment. “How hot can you make it?” Rave looked at Leesa. “Go ahead,” she said. Rave let his heat grow, until the familiar tiny blue flames flickered from his fingertips. “Holy crap!” Cali exclaimed, remembering tales about the Mastons and strange blue fires. “That blue fire stuff is real!”