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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.

he said with that beautiful smirk of his. There was a slight pause and maybe a hard swallow coming from me. "I didn't like it. Didn't you notice that I didn't kiss back?" I asked, silently praying that I sounded strict. "Just because you didn't kiss me back doesn't mean you didn't enjoy it, Valeria," he said. "Oh, really?" "Mm-hm. I know I am a good kisser. I do have receipts," he stated, staring into my eyes. "Ew," I said with an eye roll.

To ride him like I belonged to him. Like I hadn't just arrived yesterday.Like I wasn't supposed to be the sweet, harmless girl staying with her best friend for the summer. Because in that moment, I wasn't sweet. I wasn't harmless. I was his. And I was going to take everything he had to give. His hands tightened on my waist as I rocked against him harder, chasing the edge. His jaw clenched, eyes fixed on mine, like he was holding back from losing control. "Next time," he growled, spanking my ass. It stung but can't measure to the high pleasure I was getting by riding his thick c*ck "You better come to my room naked."

The fantasy shatters me; I bite my fist to muffle a groan, spilling my cum into my briefs with shuddering pulses, my vision blurring as I watch them tuck away, stealing one last grinding kiss before slipping apart. They vanish around the corner, leaving me wrecked, sticky, and starving for more. Class tomorrow? I'll watch closer, maybe 'accidentally' brush against them after lecture. My wife be damned because this obsession's just ignited, and Ryder and Sky are the spark that'll burn me alive.

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

Ch-3 --------------------- About half-way thru her little speech, I had gotten hard as a stone, my ten inch cock about to burst. Given the choice of returning to my lonely little apartment, my love life consisting of the occasional bar pickup but mostly the monthly Playboy and the subscription to the Spice channel—OR—choosing my beautiful, loving, still fertile mom? I had to think a long time.

I am grateful for the respite, as no one seems to be paying attention to me. I pull my cell phone out of my bag and open the Kindle app. It's still a while before class starts, so I want to read a chapter first. I duck my head and look at my phone as I devour the words on the screen. I started a book last night , and by all the saints, I think this book is going to tear me apart by the end. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero makes her suffer too. I must have cried about a million times, especially when I got to the part of the book about her past. I haven't even finished it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

When his girlfriend turned fully to speak to the couple beside them, laughing at some story about a recent trip to Dubai, I made my mistake. I leaned over his glass, let a thick glob of spit fall into the deep red wine, and slowly stirred it with my middle finger, staring straight into his eyes with pure defiance. My heart hammered as I swirled my spit into his drink, letting him see exactly how much I despised him right now. Zane didn’t flinch. He simply picked up the glass, swirled it once with a faint, dangerous smile, and took a long, deliberate sip. His gaze never left mine as he swallowed. I watched his throat work, watched him savor the taste of my contempt mixed with the expensive vi

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs