Waist Pocketbook

“You're perfect,” Daniel whispered, his large hands moving urgently over my body, one settling on my waist and the other moving up towards the gentle swell of my breast. “Right here, right now, in this moment, in this garden, you're perfect.” **** In order to secure a lucrative contract, Daniel Sutherland needed a wife for a year. A wife he could court in public, and share a bed with at night. But who could he find to fulfill this special position? When a grave illness almost took the life of her step mom and when her fiance ended things with her after betraying her, Jessica Adams was ready to grasp at any straw to salvage what's left of her esteem as a woman and more importantly to save her stepmom's life. And when Daniel asked her to marry him for a year, it suited her to accept. She had no feelings for Daniel or he for her- or so she thought, until Crystal Rodriguez came back into his life. And by then, it was too late.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

Shotgun marriage usually happens when there is an unintended pregnancy resulting in marriage in a hurry or enforced but... not in my case. "Desmond Cro'esnt, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I looked straight into Desmond's eyes. They are raven black and it does match his long, wavy black hair. "I do," he answered as he smiled innocently at me. Making himself look promising. Then, the priest turned to me. "Neiva Ariella Hillstone, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I still can't believe that I'm going to marry this man. He looks happy, waiting for my answer. His white suit is making him look even kinder. The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head. "Time is running, Neiva. It's either you marry me or you die." His innocent smile turned into a devilish one. This suits him more because this is the real him. And that answered your question. My shotgun marriage happened to be the literal meaning of it. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed before answering, "I do." "You're mine now." He pulled me by my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I am now officially the wife of this Psychopath Billionaire Mafia Boss.

Samira looked into his eyes, trying to figure out if he was joking. Seeing only calmness, she nodded, desperate to get out of the situation she'd found herself in. "Your performance..." "You want me to sleep with you?" she interrupted, unable to believe her ears. He poked her head gently. "Is that what your little mind keeps telling you? I don't hate the idea of making love to you, but I can't do it without your permission. And that doesn't mean I'm willing to let you go." "Then what do you mean?" He tightened his grip on her waist, causing her thighs to grind against his growing arousal. He groaned loudly, his breath ragged as he palmed her ass cheeks. Her short dress was not helping matters. "I don't love wild women in my bed," he said. Samira knew he was lying. He wanted her to act wild so he could keep her forever. An idea popped into her mind, and she didn’t hesitate to put it into action. "How about we confirm your theory of the ideal woman in the room?"

I could not decipher what was suddenly wrong with me the moment my eyes fell on him. Was it the mate pull or was it something I took? His blue eyes like a magnet kept pulling me close, captivating my sea-green ones entirely. I was not in the right frame of mind, I was certain and tried to walk away from him. Only to stumble on my own feet and in seconds, he was holding me up, his hands securely wrapped around my waist and the longing in his eyes evident. My eyes fell on his lips and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I pulled his face closer to myself, kissing his lips passionately whilst moaning in bliss as his hands ran all over my body. He pulled out of our intense make-out and stared deeply into my eyes, "what are you doing to me?" "I don't know, I can't get enough of you. Just please me Sire" My voice was sonorously filled with desire. He grabbed my butt possessively, "In that case, let's take this somewhere else. You are mine anyways, I will make you scream flower" Without waiting for my reply, he hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him back with the same intensity as he walked towards one of the empty rooms in the mansion. ******************* After Elora Dawson gets her wolf and meets her mate, Blitz, she discovers her extraordinary Powers and vows to use her abilities to put the ferocious leader of her pack in his place. But would she be successful in this almost impossible quest? What happens when she discovers the secret behind her birth? What of her Love life with Blitz, given the tribulations surrounding their love? Will they overcome?

"Fuck!" He growled and cursed when the last slow and deep thrust was given. He filled all of me with him. He bit his lower lip as I felt his fluid pour inside me, with some of it dripping down my thighs and legs. "You're mine now," and then he buried his face in my neck. I woke up, and the first thing I noticed was the massive pain in my head. I closed my eyes again, but the sun was already too bright, and I felt so tired… Maybe I'll have a few more minutes before I get up. Slowly… I recalled what happened last night. I immediately got up when I felt the sharp pain all over my body, especially in my private area. I quickly checked if I had clothes on. I'm wearing a white long-sleeved shirt that covered my body and my panties. Then a familiar guy came out of the bathroom, only with a towel wrapped around his waist, topless, and drops of water trickled down his abdominal muscles. But I was too stunned to realize who this man was in front of me to even pay attention to that. That cold expression… He's Hades Thaddeus Hudson! He's the CEO of the largest company here in the country. The company where I work as an intern. No. No, no! There's no way this is happening. This can't be true! I was too stunned to process everything.

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her

“I thought you wanted to sleep, my Queen,” Lorcan whispered. “I changed my mind,” Niamh kissed Lorcan again, deeply, hungrily. “Besides, you owe me a wedding night.” “I stand reminded,” Lorcan bowed his head. Looking up, he grasped Niamh around the waist and turned to lay her beneath him, kissing her passionately. *** Niamh had dutifully fulfilled her obligation to marry King Lorcan of the Elven Realms, only to watch her new husband ride off to battle the very next day. But he was lost in battle, and she was left to face her new role as Queen among haters, admirers, and potential suitors… and a traitor. Despite the challenges she formed new alliances, treaties, and friends, and, once the King was found, they built an unshakable love while facing turmoil. Once free to leave, what choice will she make? Will the love they formed be strong enough to endure more than time? Rising Storm in the Elven Realms is created by Heather Dilts-Baiano, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

His fingers traced down my side, slow and teasing, until he reached my thigh, he gripped it hard and lifted it higher around his waist, the change in angle had me gasping as I felt the hard nudge of his very hard and well sized shaft. “You’re sensitive,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. I wanted to give a reply, show him I was still in control but damn it, he moved and he pushed that little monster inside me with deliberate, frustrating slowness and it was like the room tilted. “Oh my…” —------------------- The day Emilia lost everything, she met a mysterious man who she ended up having a passionate night with, but it only left her longing for more. Little did she know, her forced wedding was about to bring them together again. But this time, as brother-in-law and sister-in-law. Torn between duty and desire, Emilia must decide: resist the attraction or give in to her heart's desire.

“I shouldn't want you, but I do,” Carter whispered into her ears, his hands grabbing her waist tightly. “This should be a marriage without feelings. What have you done to me?” Iris tried to break free from his grasp. “We can't do this. I was married to your cousin.” “Yes,” his eyes glimmered with desire. “But you're mine now.” ***************** When Carter proposes a contract marriage to Iris, his cousin’s ex-wife, he is sure he will never fall for her. After all, he only needed her to claim his grandmother’s company and to take revenge on his cousin. But Iris was more than he bargained for, and with her, his decision to never fall in love became a torment to his soul.