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"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

Her nipples had turned to hard pebbles, and the soft silk of the robe was abrasive. She slipped her hands in the lapels of his robe, pushing open the fabric so she could stroke his chest. Lanie broke the kiss to lower her head, running her tongue over his nipple before nibbling on the tanned skin of his chest. He hissed when she raked her teeth across him, circling his other nipple before enjoying a slow lick. “Lanie.” He groaned her name, pulling her closer. His cock dug into her hip, and she squirmed against him, longing to remove the barriers of silk and terrycloth between them.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

She repeated her question, seductive eyes roaming him from top to bottom. That was all it took for his hesitation to dissolve. He pulled her closer, arms circling her waist as he leaned into her. He deepened the kiss, erasing every reason he had to stop. They nibbled on each other’s lips, slowly, at first. Unrushed. But intensified when their souls were fully consumed, begging for a deeper connection. Their wet tongues tangled, mouths moving in sync with their lust towards each other. By the time they pulled away, they were breathless. Mouths swollen, tongues tingling, but they weren’t done.

Every touch sent warmth rushing through my body. The red lace suddenly felt too thin beneath his gaze. Too revealing. But Sebastian touched me like he admired every inch of me. Like I was something precious. Something dangerous. The storm outside shook the windows while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck again. I buried my fingers into his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by how good he made me feel. No one had ever kissed me like this before. No one had ever looked at me like they were terrified of wanting me too much. And somehow… That made this even more dangerous.

Perhaps she would fall for him if he spoke to her more gently. He had mentioned clearly to Sean that this was a fair and square competition. Since that was that case, he needed to let Christina know about his feelings. He planned to confess to her officially. Matthew understood women loved the idea of romance. Perhaps she might agree to go out with him if he managed to tug her heartstrings. He reserved an entire luxurious restaurant and filled the venue with fresh flowers and balloons. He then brought her over for dinner. Upon arriving at the scene, Christina discovered his intention. The sight of the candlelight dinner reminded her of Michael. Back then, he had used this trick to win over h

"And what are you talking about? Do you know how many ladies are out there, dying just to touch his finger? You should be happy you're getting married to him' "well, I don't care mum! And I'm not one of those cheap ladies. I don't love him. How do you expect me to get married to him?" "Trust me, Bethel; you will love him as..." "He's a flirt! A rude brat! Do you even know what I caught him doing in the restroom last night? He was actually making out with a lady" . "Well; he's a young boy and you don't expect anything less from him. But all that is likely to change when you get married".

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

"Then stop teasing me and just swallow it all rookie." I dove back down with my nose pressed to his pube and my throat working around him. He fucked my mouth with short thrust, grunting every time I swallowed and my eyes watered but I kept going loving how he lost a little control. I hummed around his length and took him even deeper with spit dripping down the side of my chin. Damon pulled me up suddenly and crushed our mouth together again. His hands roamed over my chest, thumbs flicking my nipples. "Look at this body," he muttered between kisses. "All that muscle is perfect for me to use."