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I almost laughed. “Share,” I repeated. “Unless you want to sleep in your car. Storm’s not letting up.” I looked past him into the warm glow of the cabin. A fire already crackled in the stone hearth. The air smelled of woodsmoke and coffee. My clothes were plastered to my body like a second skin. I could feel the cold starting to sink deeper than my skin. And somewhere under the cold and the residual ache of the breakup, a reckless little spark lit up.

Pleasing his wife meant trying to share some of her interests, but he didn’t expect to be pages deep into a story about some Afghans and their wars. This was not a romance story. He shut the copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. He only enjoyed her mafia romance novels when he was reading them to her, or he would have started with those. They contained lots of misinformation about the mafia, but Camilla cared more for the main leads happy ever afters so he kept shut. Maybe that was why she liked the books. They were a respite from her mafia reality. The long-awaited call came in. His phone buzzed on the hotel bed, and he tossed the book on it. He picked up the device and murmured a gruff, “Tell

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Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

When she lifted her head, and our eyes unexpectedly met, I felt my body pushing me beyond my limits, unable to contain the intense desire that had been building. We shared a deep, passionate kiss, and Luca eagerly wanted to continue with her. I was just beginning to regain control before things escalated further. After apologizing for my actions, Sarah looked disappointed. The moment was too brief, and the sexual tension between us remained palpable. "What did you need from me, Sarah?" I asked, trying to divert both of our urges. She took a steadying breath before replying. "I made dinner to express my gratitude for everything you've done for me. Since it's Christmas, I also wanted to prepar

The hangover was a bitch but it was worth every second. Two years married now, and their love had only deepened. The way Zach would lean in and murmur something filthy in Julian’s ear just to watch his ears flush red. The way Julian would melt when Zach gripped the back of his neck and kissed him—slow, possessive, like the world could burn and they wouldn’t notice. The casual touches that never quite stayed appropriate even with me sitting right there. It was both beautiful and torture. Because while they had everything, my love life was a rotating door of disappointment.

💦Oiled Ecstasy💦 The private spa room in the luxury resort overlooking the Sicilian coast was dimly lit with scented candles, the air thick with the smell of lavender and warm oil. I lay naked on the large massage table, my body already tingling with anticipation. My husband, Luca, was beside me on the second table, equally naked, his muscular body glistening under the soft lights.

Joy: yes you were invited, don't forget to go cherry: of course hunter: of course there are foods Zane: Dead hungry Cherry: such a pg seen by all Bryle joy: go to my wedding 3months from now bryle: okay congrats! joy: thank you When I finished replying to them, I fell asleep again because I was so tired. A/N: sorry for the wrong grammars

Spencer is nice; he loves and respects me, my family, and the line of work I am in. Taking out my Kindle, I look at my last read,'The NoteBook' by Nicholas Sparks. This version has the previous cover of the book(the one with the staircase and front yard). It is the first romance I ever read and my favorite. Taking a deep breath, I dab my royal blue off-shoulder dress. Stylishly shredded at the hems, with teardrop diamonds scattered around.

I only realized my body was pressed to his chest to thighs a second later and I leaped away, blushing, "Anyone could have heard you, you need to be careful." "I agree," he nodded, "I'm not willing to ruin my reputation because of you and your love for a cliche holiday." If someone asked me to describe my husband in three words, I already knew what words I'd use; grouchy, asshole, and Grinch. I had never met anyone with as much animosity for Christmas as him. He turned and began to head for the plane. After a few steps he looked over his shoulder and frowned, "Is that the fastest setting on your leg?"