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"There is an abandoned counter top you can sit on. And I won't ask you to help. Don't take it personally." Amara smiled and squeezed his hand. "You have an abandoned countertop?" Declan nodded and after bringing her hand to his face, kissed the back of her palm. "Yes, abandoned for the day. I gave up one of my spaces for you. And it's okay. Please, don't worry about it. Or feel guilty." Amara giggled a bit and blushed. "Au contraire; I feel honored." She smiled broadly at him. "Excellent, mon amour," he said in a thick Southern French accent

And suddenly, his old prejudice found a convenient loophole. Nova wasn't beneath him anymore. She was worthy. And Gabriel made a decision…he would marry Nova Pierce. After all… He had noticed her first. He discovered she worked for OmniCore. Then came the Gala. Gabriel attended expecting to finally make his move. Instead...Nova arrived with Nicolai Moreau. Her fiancé. Gabriel remembered the rage. Of all fucking people. Moreau. Once again, Nicolai Moreau had taken something Gabriel believed should have been his. Worse...Nova had chosen him. Gabriel's bitterness twisted into something darker. When nobody else understood her value, he had noticed her. When she was merely some common girl Lexing

There was a frown across his eyebrows. “I’m sure.” I lowered my head on the curve of his neck, and I began kissing him, running my tongue on his skin, just like he did it on me. He breathed heavily, groaning, and his hands moved all over me, and I couldn’t get enough. Gabriel then tried to slip his hand on my jeans and started unzipping me, so I sat on the top of his crotch, feeling his already hard nine-inch cock, then stripped myself. He held my gaze with his enigmatic gray eyes. I couldn’t read his expression either.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“What is it?” I inhaled sharply—and the scent hit me. Rancid. Bitter. Not pack. Not friend. Rogues. My lips peeled back into a snarl. “Trouble.” The gates shuddered, then burst inward with the force of bodies slamming through. Shadows spilled into the courtyard—wolves, lean and feral, eyes glowing with hunger. Rogues. At least seven of them. The air erupted with chaos. Guards shouted, steel clashed, claws ripped against armor. The courtyard became a storm of violence.

It's easy to imagine the impact her perceived error will have on my mood later. Although nothing significant has actually happened, I thoroughly enjoy leaving her feeling anxious and upset, letting her imagination run wild with scenarios of what might occur when we return home. I take a slow sip of my whiskey and allow my mind to wander to what we will do tonight. Hours of wild, passionate sex stretch before us. I will take her until dawn breaks over Cascade City. I absolutely love having sex with this woman. She ignites a fire in me that no other woman has ever managed to kindle.

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

I yelped, clutching my chest. She snatched the carton from my hand before I could react. “And what’s this? Birthday present from Professor Sexy?” “I don’t know,” I said, trying to grab it back. “But he said he wants to see it on me.” She froze amidst tearing the carton, eyes wide. “He actually said that?” I nodded. “And you have no idea what’s inside?” She grinned like she already knew the answer. “What?” I asked, suddenly nervous. “In every novel I’ve ever read with this exact setup,” she whispered, leaning in close like we were trading state secrets, “it’s always a pink G-string. They give it so they can see your ass in it. Classic move.”

I thought, my pulse pounding like the surf. The villa’s bedroom was a sultry haven, the ocean breeze slipping through open shutters, heavy with salt and jasmine. Justin entered, his linen shirt unbuttoned, exposing the hard planes of his chest, his dark curls dripping from a night swim, his hazel eyes blazing with raw desire, his woodsy cologne—cedar and bergamot—mingling with the sea’s tang. Since his drunken spiral in that New York dive bar, our trust had been a jagged wound, his guilt over Elise, Sophie’s 2027 Paris affair, and Claire Voss’s scandal clashing with my desperate love. “You’re everything, Kayla,” he growled, his voice low, vibrating through me as his hands gripped my waist, p