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I turn the phone face down and pull the covers over my head. I don't know how it happened, but in some weird, exhausted way, I slowly dip into the realm of slumber. But it isn't a peaceful sleep. Rather, it's not a calm one. It's a sultry one. I find myself tossing and turning, my skin feeling too tight for my body. A heated sensation begins to crawl up my spine, spreading through my limbs like wildfire. I can feel *him* everywhere. The room feels like it’s about 300 degrees, the air thick and humid.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Ready And Wet For My Step daddy 7 The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

Everything about her drives me insane—her boldness, her mischievous smile, the way she breathes, the way she walks, the way she talks—fucking everything. I answer, “Absolutely. Because today I’m going to fuck you in every damn corner of this library.” I suck and flick my tongue over her hard nipple while my hand massages her other breast. Her body arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she moans my name. Fuck. The sound is enough to drive me insane. Raising my head, I meet her gaze, my hand still squeezing her soft assets. “They must have only fucked you between the shelves, but I’ll fuck you in every damn corner of this library, Little Miss.”

Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed. Regardless of what I was seeing, I continued to turn the pages, it was hard not to. And there were even more breath-taking sensual images as I went on. My breathing changed. I felt it—low and steady—that slow bloom of heat building in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and my grip on the glossy pages tightened.

Hey lovelies! First of all... thank you for diving into Book 1 with me! I hope Ryder and Lila left you sweaty, swoony, and a little bit obsessed. :) If you’re ready for more delicious trouble, Books 2 and 3 are coming in hot! We’re switching things up with a brand new couple who are about to set the pages on fire. Expect even steamier tension, darker twists, and a romance that’s equal parts filthy and heart-wrenching. (Fair warning: these two come with some serious trigger-worthy baggage: possessiveness, violence, moral gray areas, and enough angst to keep you up at night. If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place.)

Iris’s POV I should have known from the day I met my fiancé’s father that I would end up sleeping with him. The attraction was so fierce and it was obvious it went both ways. I didn’t go out of my way to seek him out and I even avoided him, but there was no escaping this. I write romance for a living. The steamy and forbidden kind that makes readers clutch their phones at 2 a.m. and whisper “just one more chapter.” I’ve written about billionaires who pin heroines against penthouse windows, older men who teach innocent girls exactly what their bodies were made for, slow-burn tension that snaps into raw, desperate sex on silk sheets. I know every beat, every trope, every line that makes pulses

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He smelled warm and masculine, and it made me dizzy. Roman’s fingers flexed on my waist. I could feel his c*ck growing thicker behind me, pressing more insistently against my ass now. He wasn’t pulling away. Neither was I. “Keep your core tight,” he growled softly. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in to adjust my shoulders. The heat of him surrounded me completely. I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the bench and f*cking me. I wanted to hear him call me a good girl in that strict voice while he f*cked me.