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Annoyed when she pretended to not recognize him at all, Dean was determined to get her back at all costs, even at the risk of losing his own heart. #7 Sir, I Think The Chef is Cooking Naked (Maxon Summers) What would you do when you accidentally caught the head chef still in the kitchen after office hours? Greet him. What if he is stark naked and currently cooking a meal? Turn around, pretend it never happened. But what if he caught you staring? Run like hell. All of these four titles are already here in GoodNovel however many of you asked: how to find these books? Since those books are FREE at the moment (it will be paid SOON so you should READ ASAP while it is free), thus it will not be sh

I licked my lips which was coated witg a matte lipstick. “Six months…” I whispered. “And after that, the debt is completely gone? No matter what?” His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Every single cent,” he confirmed. “But during those six months, you’re mine, Scarlett. Completely. You sleep when I allow it. You eat when I allow it. You cum when I allow it.” A fresh wave of heat flooded between my thighs at his words. I hated my body for reacting so strongly, but I couldn’t stop it. Oh fuck!!!

This pull towards him, this desire? Was it my heat? No. It couldn't be. This felt different, every of his touch sent jolts through my body, making my wolf purr uncontrollably. “Ahh, Nicholas…” his name fell from my lips. He pulled away, his face to mine. I remained in that position, naked before him, then came the sound of thunder breaking through the thick clouds, then the wind that rattled the windows and almost blew off the candle lights. The room suddenly felt too compressed as he slid his hand behind, and pressed me closer. My breath hitched as my cunt pressed against his bulge. My wolf squealed underneath, my legs parting more to take him in.

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

My pussy clenched at the sight. “Oh god,” I whispered, fingers trailing down my own body instinctively. “That’s so hot.” They broke apart, breathing hard. Damien looked down at me. “You like watching your men kiss, Marilyn?” “More than I should.” My voice was husky. I sat up slowly, the dress long abandoned. “Don’t stop on my account.” Cas pulled Damien closer, their bodies pressing together beside me, hard cocks brushed. Damien groaned into Cas’s mouth, hand wrapping around both shafts, stroking them together in slow, firm pulls. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.

‎ ‎While she laid there, completely exposed to him, he pushed her legs apart and stared down at her cunt openly, his d**k dancing happily in his shorts. ‎ ‎"Aren't you married, Elena? Why is your p***y so wet for me? Naughty girl". Ryan said gruffly as he knelt between her spread legs. ‎ ‎Elena couldn't form a real answer as her head swam with need. She couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong, up and down, right or left. Is this another dream? She thought. Would it end all over again? Am I supposed to be enjoying this? ‎

Bethel's Pov: "How long does it have to take, Ryan?" I asked impatiently as he kept driving for what seemed like forever to me. "Chill, Bethel. Come on" he grouse and I rolled my eyes. Well, I couldn't wait to see the surprise. I sighed and brought out my phone, going through the net. Hm. "This stuff is really trending online, Ryan: Gentle Aura caught hugging a strange lady in front of an hotel" I read out the headline to him.

We lay there in the dark, the city lights flickering in the distance. "I love you guys," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "We love you, Gabriella," Arden said. "Always," Brent added. I just pulled her closer, claiming her lips fiercely, my heart beating in time with hers. The war was over. The game was won. And the prize was the only thing that ever mattered. Her. She would be ours forever. Ours to break, to fuck, to tame, to ruin. Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut.

“The one you called cold and intimidating.” The short distance made their breaths caress each other. They exchanged warmth even without significant contact. Only their eyes locked as Lucas revealed his honesty. “As usual, there's always an exception for everything.” *

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.