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He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart.

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

The restaurant was dimly lit, Scarlett smoothed the hem of her dress, her nerves buzzing in anticipation. Three years of marriage with Daniel Carter, and tonight was meant to celebrate all of it Then she noticed the man. He walked directly to her table, “Mrs. Carter?” His voice was flat, businesslike. Scarlett blinked. “Yes? What is this about?” Without any hint of hesitation, he placed a thick envelope on the table in front of her. “You’ve been served.”

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

“Or mastering the art of patience?” He moved closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. “She gave me an ultimatum this morning,” he confessed, eyes narrowing. “Either I divorce you… or marry both of you.” Lydia’s laughter was soft, melodic, yet razor-sharp. “How predictable of her.” Damian’s jaw tensed. “And you’re not even surprised?” “Oh, Damian,” she sighed, brushing past him with an elegant grace, “the day I let a mistress unsettle me is the day I lose my crown.”

When the house breathed with love, especially during thanksgiving and Christmas. As they moved further down the hall, Damon slowed his stride, his jaw relaxing subconsciously. Then, as they turned the corner, she appeared. She was dressed in cream silk, pearls glinting at her neck, her hair swept into a perfect chignon. Lena had thought instantly that she was properly beautiful. The kind of woman who could fill a room without saying a word. But the moment her eyes landed on Damon, her face broke into delight. “Mi hijo!” She kissed the air beside his cheeks–once, twice–a perfumed gesture of aristocratic love. Damon accepted it with a faint smile, his hands lightly touching her shoulders in re

I said, though my heart was beating too loudly. She studied me again, her gaze lingering on my face, my hair, my eyes. “Are you the new bride?” she asked suddenly. “The one everyone has been whispering about?” I hesitated. “Yes.” Her eyes widened again. “So it is true,” she murmured. “The Alpha has taken a bride. And it is you.” “You still have not told me who you are,” I said. She blinked as if realizing she had forgotten. “Mara,” she said. “My name is Mara Jonathan.”

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.

I was too invested in what I was reading to look up until the person spoke. “Hello, are you Miss. Hathaway?” I raised my head and my heart fluttered at the sight of the good-looking man standing in my office. He was tall and had muscles that were defined by the expensive quality of his royal blue suit. He had perfectly styled dark hair and perfectly cut facial features. He looked like he just stepped out off a runway. This man had to be the second most good-looking man after Anthony. “Hi,” I said in a low voice and he stepped closer with his hands stretched out for a handshake.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier