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I added. I realized that there was no use hiding it anymore. I mean he looked like he already knew, he probably just wanted to hear me say it. We stood there for the longest moment, just staring at each other and when I couldn’t take it anymore I resulted to say; “Are you going to say something?” I was a bit irritated by his silence. “Does it help? The book, I mean.” I scoffed. “You really think reading smut is enough to get me off? No, it doesn’t help.” I spat.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Sophia’s hand trailed down Emma’s soft belly, fingers dancing lightly over her skin, teasing the sensitive areas just above her mound until Emma was squirming. The tension in the room thickened. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears as Sophia finally settled between Emma’s spread thighs. She glanced up toward the door, her eyes meeting mine through the crack with a wicked, knowing smile that made my cock throb. Then she dragged her flat tongue in one long, slow stroke from the bottom of Emma’s soaked slit all the way up to her swollen clit.

Stupidly charming. *Dante saw the way you looked at Liam in class, your body turned just slightly in your seat, your smile a little too soft. He caught the way your fingers brushed when you passed notes. One day, he saw Liam lean close to whisper something, and you laughed—not politely. Genuinely.* *It felt like acid in his chest.*

We both got excited by that and knew we'd both have fun doing it again that night. Over the next few weeks we memorized that magazine and shared the books. Old 70's smut fiction wasn't very good but to innocent teens it was the most exciting thing ever. We'd had a few sleepovers and she'd bring the magazine with her and we'd swap the books back and forth. By this time we'd given up being shy and would openly play with our nipples through our tops as we read and talked about "would you?" situations. I was thrilled doing this with her watching and doing it too. (to this day I love mutual masturbation without touching each other, just watching and being watched and talking about it!) The next w

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

"What's wrong with it?" "Nothing. I didn't say anything was wrong with it. I just said it's the kind of thing only you would read." "It's a good read. Sharpens the mind. Forces you to sit with hard questions instead of running from them." "Don't waste your breath selling it. I'm not buying." "What do you read, then?" "I'd rather not say." His brow lifted. "Are you one of those people who reads smut?" The flat, plain way he said it had me covering my face with both hands.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.