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His lips found the sensitive spot on her neck, trailing warm kisses that sent a familiar shiver down her spine. “You look incredible, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. His hands slid lower, cupping and squeezing her ass possessively. “Every man at the table tonight is going to be jealous. Especially my brother.” Isabella laughed softly, leaning into his touch. Their marriage was everything she had dreamed of—passionate, stable, and deeply loving. Alex was attentive, ambitious, and an incredible lover. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to draw out her pleasure with slow, deliberate strokes. Life in their elegant home felt like a fairy tale.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

I’m combining all the books of this series in one. So going to change the tittle from ‘Forbidden Flames: My Best Friend’ to ‘Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series’ of this book. Forbidden Flames: My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

I was the first extra marital liaison she had ever had and hoped that I would be able to visit her from time to time. I thought for a minute and just said "In that case, you had better climb on top of little Stuart and show me him how much Jennifer likes him." Her eyes went wide and then she smiled and kissed me hard on the lips before pushing on to my back and straddling me. "You asked for this," she said as she lined up my cock with her hole and sank down on top of me in one movement, she grunted and then fucked me, it was the only way I could describe, prim and proper Jennifer Taylor with her high necked shirts and low hemmed skirts was fucking my brains out like a woman possessed. She wa

Knowing this was only getting started and everything was about to get even more messed up. I stood there half naked feeling super exposed but his eyes on me made my skin tingle all over. Riven kept staring at my breasts like he could not get enough. Then he leaned in closer. His breath hit my skin warm and made me shiver. He kissed one nipple soft at first. Just lips brushing. I sucked in a quick breath. It felt good. Too good. He did it again then opened his mouth and sucked it in. Gentle at first but then harder. His tongue swirled around it wet and warm. I grabbed his shoulders because my legs felt wobbly.

Pack her suitcase, drive back to the city, and pretend this fever dream had never happened. Instead, she stood on shaky legs, the crotch of her panties clinging wetly to her swollen folds. Her sundress was wrinkled, the hem still bunched around her hips. She smoothed it down half-heartedly and carried the journal with her like a talisman as she climbed the grand staircase. The second floor smelled even more strongly of him—sandalwood, musk, and old books. She pushed open the door to the master bedroom. Victor’s room. A massive four-poster bed dominated the space, draped in dark burgundy linens. The pillows still bore the faint indentation of a head. She set the journal on the nightstand and

~Ava~ He sat up, stretching, muscles flexing in a way that made me want round two already. "Room service? Or we brave the restaurant looking like we just fucked?" "Room service," I said quickly, "I'm not putting clothes on yet. And order something greasy, burgers, fries, the works. Romance over, feed your woman." He grinned, grabbing the menu from the nightstand. "'As you wish, my tempestuous temptress, I shall summon sustenance fit for a goddess.'"

“It looks like milk. Smells like milk. Tastes like milk. It has to be milk. You have smelled a lactating omega before, have not you?” He inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes flicking between mine. “Is that what you meant by me smelling different?” “Oh, no, Elias. You do not smell like a lactating omega. You are covered in the purest, filthiest, sexiest scent of…” I pressed my nose against the crook of his neck, sniffing. “An omega at the height of their heat. But it is different, see? Fuck, you smell so good here.” I stuck my tongue out, licking a streak up the side of his neck, humming in time with his soft moan. “You still smell like you. You still smell like an alpha. Like an alpha during the