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"But when I'm feeling lazy and indulgent, I much prefer curling up with a good, engrossing book." "Is that so?" Zavian murmured. "And what sort of...engrossing...book do you prefer?" Emmeline quickly averted her gaze, not wanting him to see the truth burning there. She was an avid consumer of erotic novels, especially the kind involving dark, powerful men who took what they wanted. "Oh, you know...scientific books, mostly," she lied unconvincingly with a dismissive wave of her hand. Noting her bare shapely legs, Zavian frowned and quickly shrugged out of his jacket.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

The kiss was possessive, claiming, and it made Claire’s clit throb anew despite how sensitive she felt. “You taste so sweet when you come,” Lena murmured against her mouth. “But I want more. I want to feel you against me.” She stood briefly, removing her black bra and panties with fluid grace. Her body was stunning — full breasts with dark, tight nipples, a toned stomach, and strong thighs framing her own glistening pussy. Claire stared openly, mesmerized by how confident and unapologetically sexual Lena was. Lena climbed back onto the chaise and gently turned Claire onto her side. She lay down facing her, one leg sliding between Claire’s thighs until their pussies were pressed together in a

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

Oh no. It was The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. That book was on another level. Full-on adult scenes, way worse than Fifty Shades. It made Fifty Shades feel like a bedtime story for kids. I had only read two erotic novels in my life, and that was enough to decide they were not for me. I only finished Fifty Shades because it was the less intense one. I definitely was not planning to read something like this again. I quickly folded the bag closed and gasped, “Jaxon!”

If she could be surrounded by books all day every day, she would. June spent so much time around the books that she was one of the smartest people Emily had ever met. Over the years she had probably read every single book in that place. And it was a huge building with thousands of books. She had read all the medical and scientific books, every nonfiction book they had, and encyclopedias. She also read all the history books. Not just the human history, but the werewolf history too. But even June would say the smutty books were still her favorite.

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"I have a condition. Bibliomania. Medically diagnosed." "That's a real thing?" "Probably not. But it should be." She finally looked up at him. Really looked. Her eyes were dark and direct and slightly amused. "You're very tall." "I am." Axel wasn't sure what to do with that. "Do you need help with those?" "The books? I've got them." She demonstrated by immediately dropping two. "Mostly." Axel picked them up. Read the covers—both romance novels. "Good books?" "The best kind. Loud heroines, complicated men, happy endings." She took them back. "You don't read romance."

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

“You’re going to be so full of my cum by the end of summer you’ll still feel me when I’m gone.” I came again, clenching around him, pulling him over the edge with me. We fell asleep tangled together, bodies slick, hearts racing. This was forbidden, addictive and perfect for us, I was not ready to stop… yet.