Stanford Pines X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

, Landon asked. I chuckled, "One thing about Sebastian Greenwood, is that he has no dirty linen, his pants are always clean, so good luck looking for nothing ", I said and then walked out of the office after giving him a victory smirk. The only dirty linen I have was standing right in front of my office. Asher Peterson "

Just when he made to drink it, his phone buzzed with a message. **Leo:** I’m disappointed in you, Short Witch. Should I always remind you that you’re allergic to pineapple? He knows. Jaxon looked around, trying to find any sign of him—and he did. Leonard sat at a table not far from theirs. He was obviously in a dinner meeting. Their gaze locked and he winked at Jaxon. His heart skipped a beat. TO BE CONTINUED...

Clinging to the corners of the wooden countertop, I tilt my head and grind my body against his. “Is that lemon pancakes that I smell?” Jaxon whispers in my ear with a husky growl. Closing my eyes, I exhale raggedly and turn to face him. “Yes, I know how much you love them.” A rare smile spreads across his lips as he watches me scoop out the toast and drizzle the lemon ganache across it.

Five surprised faces stare at me as I lean over, bracing myself with my hands on my knees as I catch my breath. “He took her plump nipple between his lips and suckled, making Esme groan into the cold night air. She had known Knox was her mate, but never dared to believe he would actually want her. Her pussy clenches as he sucks harder, his hand sliding between her soft tummy and the elastic waistband of her leggings....” Braydon’s voice sounds thick and raspy as he reads a passage from one of my very favourite books. “Baby girl...” Phoenix sneaks up behind me, grinding his hard on into my ass as he loops an arm around my waist. It takes him a moment to read the room.

They'd sat up there for two hours watching the sun go down over the ridge and talking about everything and nothing, and at some point Noah Callahan's shoulder had been pressed against his and neither of them had moved away, and Eli had understood something about himself that he hadn't had a word for yet. He passed the water tower without slowing down. The town materialized the way it always had — all at once, like a secret the forest had been keeping. The main street appeared from between the trees: the old post office with its faded flag, Morrow's Bookshop with the handwritten sign in the window advertising a poetry reading on Thursday, the Cedarwood Falls Diner with its red awning, Mae's h

I see the defeated look in Kale’s eyes as he tries so hard to not want her, I see the reverent look in Leon’s eyes, haunted and lost, like he would never find his way again without her, and I focus on the steady thrumming of my heart against my chest as it draws to her. A sigh escapes my lips, and her pale long lashes flutter against her rosy flushed skin as she tries to look at me. But she’s so spent her eyes shut. “Thank you,” she whispers. “sirs.” Holy shit. My cock stirs again. Madame X is known to never sleep with the same client twice. But when I look at Leon, I know he’s thinking the same thing. That there is no way in hell that this is the last time we get to fuck her.

He asked. Lexi worked at swallowing her potatoes first. She tapped the blue book on the table. "I was reading this book today. It's about a man named Martin that gets reanimated and he can hear a voice named Angel. Then he meets up with a girl named Carmen and they search for a dead body." "Dead bodies? What kind of books are you reading? Maybe you should stick to something with bunnies in it or something." Jack went to take the book from her. Lexi slapped her hand on the book. "No please, don't take it. I'm not finished yet." Her pleading eyes looked up at him.

He looks impressed, “Your mom tells me that you love reading. What’s your favorite book?” I glance at Mom, her face turning pink while Lacey looks down at her plate and starts eating. “I like E.L. James, Carly Phillips, Harper Sloan, and Nora Roberts. I’d happily curl up with any one of their books.” He frowns, “I’ve heard of Nora Roberts, but haven’t read any of her books, the others I can’t say I’ve ever heard of them.” “Oh you’d have heard of E.L. James, she wrote Fifty Shades Of Grey.” Lacey pipes up, and I watch in amusement as Harrison’s face falls as he realizes exactly what Fifty is all about. “What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?”

Only then did I slowly open my hand to look at what Julian had given me. A lemon. I stared at it for several seconds before I even fully processed what I was looking at. That idiot. At some point while we were trespassing through his professor’s yard like criminals, Julian had apparently stolen a lemon. It wasn’t fully ripe yet. The peel was still tinged green beneath the yellow, and when I lifted it closer absentmindedly, a faint citrus scent drifted into the air—fresh and slightly bitter and strangely clean. For some reason, that smell made my chest ache unexpectedly.

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.