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Why would anybody fill an entire notebook with some meaningless gibberish? Leila felt a slight but persistent tingling at the roots of her hair. It occurred to her that the entries in the notebook were encrypted. Leila Weinrich, an Oxford student in ancient civilisations, had an unusual hobby: she was good at solving mysteries. And mysterious things kept happening with her, her friends and acquaintances, with acquaintances of her friends and the friends of her acquaintances. Leila was helping everyone, even when she was not asked to do so, as sarcastic Tom pointed out.

Val whispered into his ear, prompting the playmaker to manifest a brilliant grin, decoding the precise intimate reference with absolute clarity. "The true baseline narrative of our shared existence is precisely initializing its trajectory at this temporal marker, Valentina. And do your processing units hold the data? Genuine, authentic pack love stories never possess a structural endpoint." Val blinked his silver-blue eyes up into the alpha's striking features. "That specific linguistic sequence is an absolute masterpiece I am contractually forced to deploy inside my next romance manuscript." His grin shifted into an explicitly wicked expression, saturated by a silent promise of future carna

he growled. “Later,” I breathed, chest heaving as I eased back, core throbbing. I took care of clients, quick but thorough handshakes firm with wide eyed executives murmuring deals, cards swapped with reporters probing quotes, polite nods deflecting investors pitches. Then it hit, our eyes locked, all four crashing together in perfect sync. Raw, feral need ignited. No words needed. They read it in my flush, my bitten lip. I turned slow, emerald silk whispering, heels striking purposeful toward the elevator.

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I whispered. “There’s nothing to fear from me. I will never force you to do anything you don’t want, but I need you to understand something. I will never hurt you.” With his free hand, Dane gripped the back of my neck and pulled me close. I closed my eyes as our lips collided. A stray tear rolled down my cheek as he deepened the kiss. It felt like I’d thrown up a wall and he was bulldozing them down. With his body pressed against mine, the walls trembled and fell as I melted. My thoughts were still a frenzied mess, but I opened up for him; allowing him access. He wrapped his arms around me as we made out. He sucked my neck, kissed my nose and my heart clenched. I wished my doubts would disap

Rest assured, there will be no depiction of rape in this story. Please note that the next chapter is strictly for readers aged 18 and above.

He took her hand, and promised never to let go. THE END AUTHOR’S NOTE Dear beautiful readers, Thank you from the bottom of my heart for journeying with me through In Between Kisses I Whisper. Your support, your reactions, and your presence have meant more than I can ever express. alive. As you turn this final chapter, I’d love to ask one small favor… If you enjoyed this book, please follow me into my next world THE DEVIL’S CLAIM: HIS LITTLE MOUSE. Your support doesn’t just help the story grow it keeps me writing, dreaming, and giving you more worlds to escape into.

A soft, shaky whimper escaped his throat. "M-Mia…" he breathed, the sound barely above a whisper. I hummed around his cock, the vibration making his thighs tremble. I bobbed her head slowly at first, sucking with wet, obscene sounds that filled the quiet room. Each time I took him deeper, Brandon let out another helpless whimper, high, needy, almost embarrassed. His fingers twisted tighter in the sheets. I pulled off with a soft pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his slick cock. "You sound so cute when you whimper," I said, then dove back down, taking him to the back of my throat in one smooth motion.

Without hesitation, I lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum already appearing. “Fuck, Kayla,” he whispers above me. I push my hair to the side and look up, and his eyes are dark as he watches me. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I lick all the way down and back up again, feeling his legs tense. Then I take him all the way into my mouth as he curses above me, sucking as I move back up again. Then I repeat.

Like everything I had ever wanted and didn't know I needed. When we were both clean we crawled back together and kissed. Deep. Slow. Tasting ourselves on each other's tongues. Tasting the mix of us together. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, touching and squeezing and exploring while we panted into each other's mouths. Finally we pulled apart, both of us breathing hard, both of us smiling. "That," I whispered, "was intermediate?" Tina's smile was wicked. "That was intense." She brushed a strand of hair from my face, her eyes dark and hungry.