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I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

His movements were steady and purposeful, evoking a tantalizing frustration that caused Velia to bite her lower lip. Collisions occurred, not only within Velia's femininity but also externally. They originated from the meeting of his masculinity and her buttocks. Intermittent and continuous. Several times. Creating a sensuous splashing that heightened the temperature of their lovemaking. It felt naughty. Intensely arousing. In the midst of the rushing water that soaked them, there was no sweat or perspiration. However, desire remained palpable. Lucas tightened the embrace. Velia strengthened her hold. They clung to each other, unwilling to let go as the rhythm began to escalate.

He drove in deep, hips snapping, the closeness amplifying every sensation. "Come for me now," he ordered and she shattered. Brad followed, groaning as he pumped hot cum deep inside her, filling her completely. Panting, they collapsed together, his body enveloping hers protectively. Marie turned in his arms once she caught her breath back, her eyes soft with adoration. "Brad... let's get married,” she mumbled, her thumb slowly caressing his cheek. Brad's grip tightened possessively, kissing her forehead. "Yes, my love.” He sealed the words with a deep, owning kiss. “You're mine, Marie, your body, soul and everything. No one questions what I claim."

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"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

Every muscle was coiled—but not for a fight. For something older. Something deeper. Sloane stood frozen, dripping, breath quickening as Lennox stepped closer. His movement was slow. But intent. No question. No hesitation. They'd been through enough to know: not everything needs words. He slid his hand to her side, smoothing over the damp fabric, feeling the subtle rhythm of her heartbeat beneath. His thumb slipped under the hem of her sports bra. Sloane didn't move. Only her fluttering eyelids gave her away.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

“Do you think it’s fun to lie to me? Matthew, do you think that I’m easy to fool because I’m dumb?” Matthew quickly gripped her hand tightly when he saw that her eyes were filled with anger. “Christina, it’s not what you think. I’ll explain, alright?” “Fine. Start talking!” Christina was trying hard to control her emotions while she listened to his explanation. “Rachel isn’t my fiancée. My dad just agreed to it verbally, so it doesn’t count! You know that wealthy families have political marriages, but it’s all wishful thinking. I won’t let them manipulate me as they please.”