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There are books below to keep you company. Narcissus. I peered down beneath the table in pure curiosity and there I saw more books. The hopeless romantic books that I had to read. It ends with us and ugly love by Colleen Hoover stood out the most to me. I read reviews on it and it seemed good. It was actually on my next turn list but then I got engaged in the ace of spades that was a part of the collection that Narc had sent and annotated.

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Idiot. Lia scanned the area, taking in the bookstore. It was well designed and decorated, easy for readers to browse, yet still with the charm often found in small towns as opposed to the city. She loved the reading areas placed thoughtfully throughout the store. There were little chairs and miniature tables in one colorful corner with a significant stock of children's books. A huge stuffed bear sat in one corner, holding a poster of a new release. Café tables had been set up around the coffee bar, where people could sit with their laptops. The aroma of hot chocolate, really excellent coffee, and spicy cookies drifted on the air, making Lia's mouth water. She realized she hadn't even taken t

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

His body’s gone too. For a moment, I stand still against the wall, half-expecting him to come back. Yet when I look behind me, I’m alone in the hallway. Son of a bitch. It’s morning, and I’m cutting the start of class to sneak to the bookstore. I have Debbie’s list of the popular BDSM series, but I don’t have to go far to find it. There’s a full display for it decorating an endcap. Debbie recommends the entire series, but I figure I better start with just the first. After consulting the list, I pluck the first one from the top of the shelf.

“Smells good. I’m starving.” Damien nodded toward the kitchen island. “Sit, both of you, the food’s ready.” They moved to the stools. Damien slid plates in front of them, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast on the side. Chloe sat carefully. The wooden seat pressed against her ass under the nightgown. Every shift of her hips made her swollen clit rub against the smooth surface. She squeezed her thighs together hard. The pressure only made the ache worse. She needed to come badly. Her pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat, still slick from the grinding earlier. A fresh trickle of wetness slid down her inner thigh, possibly staining her nightgown but it won’t be visible since her robe cover

“How was practice?” “Intense,” I said, grabbing water from the fridge and gulping it down. “Tomorrow’s going to be brutal.” “Oh, I can feel it already.” He leaned back, arms crossed. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Tell me you got the booking with Spicy.” Scott winced, dragging out the pause just to mess with me. “Let’s just say it wasn’t easy. Since her little viral explosion, Eden’s list has been flooded. Almost crashed their system.”

I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me. "It's okay, we don't mind if you read it," he says, expressionless, not looking up from his task. He seems to examine the spine of each book, looking for a certain title that belongs to the book he needs. I walk by his side, now noting the real similarities between Ray and Xavier; their almost identical looks except for the scar and hair. All this time, he hasn't acted like a grump, which is a plus, and also a side of him that is pleasantly new to me. He smiles as he pulls out the book we need, a dusty one that isn't thick at all. The side reads Summer Kitchen: 100 Delicious Recipes and the cover is completely blank. I squint at the thin cookbook,