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Grace’s messages were odd… She nods. “Yes, I was on this site Mia recommended, it had all sorts of book recommendations, I checked the library, but it didn’t have the book. Mia showed me a website where I could buy the book and read on the tablet you got me.” she smiles widely. Then her face turns red. Is she blushing? “The book I was reading had a lot of those scenes. Mia told me they call those smut books. I didn’t understand a lot of the references. Like do you like it when a girl just thrusts her finger up your bum when you are getting a blowjob?” Grace asks. The woman by the next table head twists to us in horror. I look at my fiancée, I don’t know whether to scold her for saying that i

"It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'" The name rang a bell, something vaguely scandalous from a distant past, but I pressed on. "What's it about? You must be very smart to be reading such a thick book or something so intently. Or looking at it so… " I trailed off, feeling like an idiot. "You get my point." What was with me, getting all tongue-tied talking to my own kid? Rose's cheeks flushed pink. "No, it's not that kind of book you are thinking of. It's mostly romance and…smut."

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But my body didn’t care about reasons. “I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more.

“You don’t want the whole church to know what a cock-hungry slut you are, do you?” Temi bit her lip hard, nodding frantically as the footsteps grew closer then slowly faded. Only when it was silent again did Femi resume devouring her. He sucked her swollen clit between his lips, flicking it mercilessly. Temi’s legs shook violently. “Uunngghh… yes… eat my pussy… I’m such a bad girl… ahhh…” Her juices flooded his mouth and chin.

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The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.

Lots of smut. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a book convo,” I said. “Have you read anything noteworthy?” Chance whispered. As if we were sharing secrets. “I’ve been so busy. My latest read is an omegaverse,” I whispered back. “Mm.. there’s a lot of smut in those,” he teased. “There is,” I said. “Did I not give you enough last night?” he gasped. My step faltered, and I inhaled sharply.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

‘The seal of the three’ ‎ ‎“What does it even mean?” I muttered to myself, slamming the book shut. The sound echoed off the stone walls. ‎ ‎Hours had passed. My eyes burned from the strain of reading in dim light, and still there was nothing. I shoved the book aside, grabbed another, and skimmed it too fast, the words blurring together. ‎ ‎Empty. ‎ ‎I slammed it down on the table, frustration clawing at me. “Useless.” ‎