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Tempting Justice by Fiona Archer

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“Ms. Shaw, any steps I deem necessary can and will be used to place you exactly where and how I want you.”

“What if I resist?”

“There’s always my cuffs.”

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    “Pain brings pleasure in the right dose. … Tempts a good girl to test her limits, get dirty in ways she didn’t think she’d want.”

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  • Out of Her League by Jennifer Dawson

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    Out of Her League by Jennifer Dawson

    “I’m going to slide my cock between your tits, and then, when I’m about to come, I’m going to do it all over these fucking nipples.”
    “Do I get to make you come?”

    A muscle in his jaw jumps. “If you want to.”

    I’ve never said anything like this before, but I flutter my lashes. “With your cock in my throat.”

    “I had no idea that this misery was love.”  He blows out a breath. “I’m not going to lie, it’s as awful as I thought it would be, but if it’s going to be awful, I want it to be awful with you.”

    Laughter bubbles, unexpected from my chest and I finally manage to say, “That’s the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

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    About Jennifer Dawson:

    Jennifer Dawson

    Jennifer Dawson is the author of the popular Something New series; spicy, small town romance released with Kensington, and pens the dark and edgy contemporary romance series Undone. Jennifer grew up in the suburbs of Chicago and graduated from DePaul University with a degree in psychology. She met her husband at the public library while they were studying. To this day, she still maintains she was NOT checking him out. Now, over twenty years later, they are married and living in a suburb right outside of Chicago with two awesome kids and a crazy dog. These days Jennifer can be found sitting behind her computer, writing her next novel, chasing after her kids, keeping an ever-watchful eye on her ever-growing to-do list, and NOT checking out her husband. Jennifer loves connecting with her readers and invites you to check out her website, Facebook page, and join Dawson’s Darlings, her private Facebook Fan group. Sign up for her monthly Newsletter for exclusive insider peeks, new release information and more.

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    Dirty Filthy Rich Men by Laurelin Paige

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    “Oh my God,” I gasped. “Do it again.”

    “no,” he said, pulling his hand from the cup of my bra and moving it lower to play with my belt sash.

    He was an asshole even now.

    It was such a turn-on.

    Donovan filled me so uniquely. Like no one else ever had, completely and totally, but it was also how he filled that made my pussy crave him, how he moved inside me, how he bucked and raged, how he managed to go wild yet master me all at the same time.
    “You’ve let me choke you with my cock, fucked me for a better grade, and sat without underwear in a formal restaurant, and this is what you find humiliating?”

    The Deep End by Kristen Ashley

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    “You do know that right now I’ve made it my absolute mission, when it was just my definite intent, to make you come harder than I’ve ever made you, right?”
    He’d placed himself in her hands.  He had no idea what she would do.  All he knew was that she had now wrested away his control.  His bulk, his strength, there were likely very few situations, physically, that he would not best.  Now, that was stripped away.
    “When you’re in this room, you are mine.  I do as I wish.  You submit to any wish.  And frankly, Olivier, you are far too magnificent a specimen not to share.”
    “I love it when you call me baby, Olivier.  I feel it right in my pussy.  Sometimes it floats up inside me sweet, sometimes it thrusts in like it was your big brute of a cock.  This is why I allow you to use that word when I play with you, but right now, you use it and do as you’re told.”

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    “Here you go, Leigh.”

    Mirabelle was extending her phone, which was good and bad.

    Good because Amélie had not managed to unobtrusively deep breathe, her shallow breaths making her feel light-headed, and she needed something else to focus on.

    Bad because what she was focusing on would be the profile of that beast.

    She took Mirabelle’s phone and turned it her way.

    O.H.
    Security: Kitten
    Hobbies: Everything
    Limitations: Nothing
    Notes: None

    Translated, that meant:

    INITIALS OR OTHER IDENTIFIER
    Safe word: Kitten
    Inclinations: Into anything
    Boundaries, Rules, Unacceptable Play: None

    Even with those few words, it was a surprising profile. Experienced subs, the only ones allowed on the floor, knew their boundaries and most had them. In this club, the vast majority were extreme, such as branding, marking, scarring, strangling, sensory deprivation, and so on.

    But they had them.

    She hadn’t seen a profile that open in a long time.

    And the safe word “kitten” showed the beast had a sense of humor. He had the look that just uttering that cute word, which would bring images of the adorable creatures, would make him violently ill.

    “Go hit that, tigress,” Mirabelle urged, and Amélie lookedto her.

    Before she could say a word, Mirabelle continued.

    “Get in there. Three times here, he’ll have heard of you. He’ll be holding out in hopes you’ll be extending the invitation to initiating him to our playrooms. I know it.” She leaned across the table. “Rock his world, lovely.”

    She studied her friend, the open excitement, the budding love she was experiencing with her submissive, that time when life takes on clarity so pure and extraordinary, you want everyone to experience it with you.

    She turned her head to the beast.

    Years of experience only marred twice by two toys she’d had who held great promise, but who eventually fell short of the real thing, taught her that tonight, she would definitely enjoy herself.

    But he might be champagne. He might be bourbon. He might, surprisingly, be cognac or port.

    The bottom line was that she had to keep expectations low so she wouldn’t be devastated when he didn’t turn out to be top-shelf whisky.


     About Kristen Ashley:

    Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.

    Nothing’s changed.

    Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

    Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.

    And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.

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    Egomaniac by Vi Keeland

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    “I think your body likes me, and your head is fighting it.  The two should fight it out like adults – naked in the bedroom with me.”
    Never in my life had I felt so much desire.  It was so powerful, I wanted to cause him pain.  Which was completely out of character for me.  I liked sex sweet and loving.  This was pure, unadulterated, carnal need.
    “I’ll go slow after I watch you come on my fingers.  I’ll take my time as I lick every drop of your sweet juice from this tight little pussy.  But right now, I’m not slowing down.”

     

     

    Rock Chick Reawakening by Kristen Ashley

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    Rock Chick Reawakening by Kristen Ashley

    Favorite Quotes

    His grin became a smile I felt in my coochie.
    “Can we make a deal that if I have forty-eight hours drama-free, you’ll consider banging me?”
    “Now, go to bed, baby.  And if you do something while wrapped up in my sheets that I’d love, but right now knowing you were doing it would kill me, please be quiet.  I intend to be.”
    “You don’t wanna fuck me,” I whispered.

    “No, I don’t want to fuck you,” he bit off.

    “You want to make love to me.”

    “Yes, that what I want to do and that’s what I need you to feel when I do it.”

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    Excerpt

    Obviously, I’d decided to go out with Marcus.

    He wanted to convince me we were meant to be together, he’d been kind enough to me he’d earned that shot.

    But he was going to know what he was getting.

    To this end, I was wearing my leopard print (or one of them). A skintight mini-dress that only went down to there. The back was scooped all the way out and the front was scooped to maximum cleavage potential (and with the maximums of my cleavage, this might be awe-inspiring to some; heck, it was my cleavage and it was still that to me).

    I was going to pair this with my sky-high platform sandals with the black patent across the balls of my feet, open toes to show off the new fire-engine-red pedicure I’d given myself (along with the same in a manicure, but on my long talons, I’d added a curve of amber rhinestones all along one side of the outer edge of each ring finger). The platform and heel of the shoes were covered in leopard.

    My hair was even more sky-high than my platforms. Teased to mammoth proportions at the top and sides, I’d smoothed that back and then curled the hell out of the rest of my tresses so they fell in soft, defined swirls from a high-rise at the crown all the way down my back (the bangs were blown out straight and brushing my forehead).

    My makeup was how I’d do it if I was stripping, which was how I’d do it when I wasn’t stripping. My eyes weren’t smoky. They were smoke. My skin bronzed. The sides of my nose and under my cheekbones shaded. My cheeks a dewy tangerine. My lips a nude-y, super-glossed, glittering peach.

    I had in bronze chandelier earrings that nearly swept my shoulders and were liberally dosed with black and amber beads. A bronze statement necklace practically covered my upper chest and I had so many dangly bracelets on, if Marcus got through the night without the noise of them tinkling driving him to murder me, he’d definitely pass an important test.

     


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     About Kristen Ashley:

    Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.

    Nothing’s changed.

    Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

    Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.

    And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.

     

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    Moonshadow by Thea Harrison

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    “Show me.”

    She scowled. “I’m not a trick pony to perform on your command.”

    “No, a trick pony doesn’t know how to talk back like you do.”

    “I didn’t know I was looking for you, but I was,” he whispered.
    “I want to do everything to you, all at once,” he muttered. “I want to stroke you, fuck you, hold you down, lift you up, pin you, take you. I want you to take me. Lord and Lady, Sophie, I don’t know that I have any gentleness in me tonight.”
    “My men follow orders!”

    “I’m a consultant!” she snapped. “Not your foot soldier. I don’t take orders from you.”

    “You’re fired!” he growled.

     “The gods only know why,” he whispered.  “But I find you sexy as hell.  So far, you’ve been nothing but trouble.”

    “Ugh, stop talking,” she told him, putting the fingers of both hands over his mouth.  “You ruin it when you talk.  I find you sexy as hell too, as long as you stay silent.”

    Moonshadow Series Reading Order

    1. Moonshadow  ← Sale
    2. Spellbound – Release TBD

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    Transfer (The Retrieval Duet) by Aly Martinez

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    Transfer (The Retrieval Duet) by Aly Martinez

    Favorite Quotes

    I wasn’t sure how I felt about someone investigating my parents.

    However, the wine told me not to worry about it.

    And who was I to argue with wine?  It had never steered me wrong before.

    “If I hadn’t woken up this morning with dreams of your pussy, I’d fuck that mouth of yours.”

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    Chandler by Laurelin Paige

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    Chandler by Laurelin Paige

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    I’m charming, young, good-looking, smart.  Decent at my job, despite what Hudson tells anyone.  Oh, and let’s not forget, filthy rich.  I’m shower masturbation material come to life.
    “I will keep my pants zipped, as long as you promise never to refer to it as a ‘bit’ again.  Monster would be preferable.  Lord could work.  Great Big Dick of Amazingness would earn lots of points with me.”
    “I fuck you every day,” I confess.  “Did you know that?  In my head, with my hand.  I fuck you in so may ways.  In your mouth.  On your knees.  By force.  Willingly.  So many ways I fuck you, but it never feels as good as when I’m inside you.”

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    Retrieval (The Retrieval Duet Book 1) by Aly Martinez

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    ” I’d lived twenty-six years of life before that night.

    But suddenly, I was alive for the very first time.

    I knew absolutely nothing about that man.

    But I knew he was mine.

    And I was meant to be his. “

    “I battled the urge to kiss her. To claim her. To take back the woman who had always been mine.”
    “This is not one night.  You will not shut down on me.  I get you’re scared.  We’ll figure that part out later.  After I make you come, fast and hard against my mouth.  After I shower.  After I drink a beer.  After my burger.  But before I fuck you.”

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    “Where’d you get beer?” Elisabeth asked as she scrambled from the couch.

    “Seth,” I replied, hanging my head and rubbing my eyes.

    Jesus, I’d wanted to kiss her. She was being a bitch, spouting shit she didn’t mean just because she was too scared to let me in.

    But, even through it, those plump lips were calling to me.

    I’d never been able to resist that woman. Despite that we’d fallen apart, it hadn’t changed. The hum for her was still in my veins. It never went away, but for two years, it had been dormant. I’d packed it down so tightly that I’d hoped it had died. But, with one look, my body began thrumming like a live wire.

    “Seth?” she asked as she bent over to straighten her tight, black pencil skirt.

    It was a rare occasion to catch Elisabeth in something other than a perfectly pressed skirt and a pair of heels. But she’d been sleeping all day. It was wrinkled all to hell and back. The only thing her efforts succeeded in was drawing my attention down to her legs.

    Legs that had spent many nights wrapped around my hips as she came while crying my name.

    Shit. I should go.

    But, after the way she’d latched on to me that morning, I wasn’t going anywhere.

    “My assistant,” I answered. “I had him pick you up a bottle of wine, too.”

    She blinked. “You have an assistant? Who delivers you beer? And your ex-wife wine?”

    “No, I have an assistant who does whatever the fuck I need him to do. And, luckily for us, beer and wine happen to fall into the whatever-the-fuck-I-need-him-to-do category tonight.” She fought back a smile as I finished, “So do gyros.”

    “Damn. I need to get one of those,” she mumbled to herself.

    I smirked. “Cash my checks and you could afford one.”

    It was a dick move, bringing up the money right then. But, despite her expert hand in decorating, that little starter house we’d bought with rose-colored glasses now needed a shit-ton of work.

    Her back shot ramrod straight, fury crinkling the corners of her eyes as she snarled, “I’m not cashing your checks.”

    I shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to figure out how to get your own wine and dinner after tonight.”

    “I think I can manage,” she fired back.

    “Suit yourself.” I pushed off the couch and meandered to the kitchen.

    I went to the fridge and leaned in, searching for anything I could snack on. With the exception of at least a dozen Tupperware containers, she didn’t have much in the way of a quick bite.

    Snagging a handful of grapes from the drawer, I made a mental note to send Seth to the grocery store after he’d delivered dinner.

    Popping the grapes in my mouth one by one, I felt her watching me in what could only be defined as silent awe. I decided my best move would be to ignore it. “You know, I should have invented Tupperware. You alone could keep me in business,” I told her, retrieving a beer and then shutting the door.

    She scoffed then muttered, “At least then I would have benefitted from you abandoning our marriage.”

    Lava fresh off the volcanoes in Hell boiled in my veins.

    I cocked my head to the side and questioned, “I’m sorry. Come again?”

    “You should go,” she snapped.

    Think a-fucking-gain.

    “Nah, I’m good. Got any movies?”

    I tipped the bottle to my lips, doing my best to calm the storm brewing within me, all while still fighting the desire to take her to the floor, plant myself between her legs, and remind her how that fucking attitude affected me.

    Clearly, she had forgotten.

    My cock had not.

    “Roman, it’s been a crazy day. Please don’t do this tonight.”

    “Do what?” I asked, leaning back against the huge, granite island.

    She threw her hands out to the sides in frustration. “What you always do.”

    “What do I always do, Lissy?”

    “This!” she yelled.

    I frowned and took another pull from my beer. “Haven’t been in our kitchen, drinking beer, in a long time. I hardly think it’s fair to say I always do it.”

    Her eyes nearly bulged from her head. “My kitchen, Roman. This is my kitchen. Not ours. And you know good and damn well that is not what I’m talking about.”

    My lips twitched as I pointed the neck of my bottle at her. “No. What I know good and damn well is that I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about. Or why you’re slinging unnecessary and, might I add, undeserved attitude at me like a short-order cook at the bitch house.”

    “He did not say that to me,” she whispered to herself.

    When I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug, she swung a pointed finger toward the door and yelled, “Get out!”

    I grinned, crossing my legs at the ankle. “You always were cranky when you were hungry.”

    And that was the exact moment her head exploded. Retrieval by Aly Martinez

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    I’m a wife and stay at home mom to four wild kids under the age of six. My life is pretty much crazy at all times.

    I’m a proud wino. Reader. Author. Ice cream hater. Olive lover. Southern girl. Did I mention wino already?

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    The Protector by Jodi Ellen Malpas

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    Screw the agency.  Screw my job.  And screw the fucking police. “Don’t do anything stupid, Jake!”

    I laugh to myself.  Stupid? I’ve fallen in love.  It couldn’t be any more stupid than that.

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    King of Me by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

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    There was no separation of time when it came to love; it saw the past and future in one blinding light.  And I’d never let go of that light.  Not ever.
    “I believe a little darkness is healthy in a person.  Good for the soul.”
    Love was what brought us back from our darkness, what restored us from the pain of our mistakes.  So maybe that was my true purpose in all of this:  To be brave enough to love the unlovable.

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    About Mimi Jean:

    New York Times and USA Today bestselling Romance author.

    When San Francisco native Mimi Jean went on an adventure as an exchange student to Mexico City, she never imagined the journey would lead to writing Romance. But one MBA, one sexy husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and snarky humor.

    She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you need it most.

    She also enjoys interacting with her fans (especially if they’re batshit crazy). You can always find her chatting away on Facebook, Twitter, or saying many naughty words on her show MAN CANDY on Radioslot.com !

    Find out more about Mimi and upcoming books at www.mimijean.net.

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    Pulling Her Trigger by Alexa Riley

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    “And FYI, I don’t kiss on the mouth. So if you want to taste me you’ll have to do it somewhere else,” I add, flashing a wicked grin.
    I grip her thighs hard enough to leave bruises and latch my mouth onto her pussy.  I suck her clit into my mouth and she cums within seconds.
    The kiss is a branding, a mark of possession, letting her know that in this moment she is mine to control.

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    Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.

    They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!

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    Love Tap by M.N. Forgy

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    This woman is my nightmare and my saving grace. Like a drug. You know it’s bad for you, but the way you feel when you’re so wrapped and consumed by it overrides any rational thinking. 
    I can still see his blond hair falling into his eyes, as his boyish charm sank its claws into my soul. 
    You want to know why you couldn’t move on and be with anyone else? Because nobody can fill your dark desires like I can.

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    About the Author

    M.N. Forgy is a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. She started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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    Dirty by H.J. Bellus

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    She plants her hands on the top of my shoulders and raises herself above me until her entrance rubs against the head of my cock, just as I finish getting the condom on.

    “You’re destroying me, Ava.” I dig into the flesh on her hips.”Fucking destroying me for anyone else.”

    Sexual need and greed make my decision easy. I need Zane in my life and all over my body. He makes me feel everything from pain to beauty. He’s just what I need. It may be curiosity now, but my heart is telling me it’s the biggest step of my life.
    “Life will go on. Shit changes and then a new normal sets in, you have to adapt and shift with the changes even when it hurts.”
    I rip Sheila’s panties off and stand her up so her ass is in the air and force her face back down into the pussy she’s treating herself to. I slam into her without a warning and begin fucking her until she’s screaming out my name and letting go all over my cock.

     

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    HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she’s a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.

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    Last Kiss by Laurelin Paige

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    “You feel me,” he said while my cunt clenched around him like a vice grip.  “Right now you feel me, Emily.  That’s where I am — inside you.  All the time, I’m there.  No matter whose bed you sleep in.”
    “It’s the only reason I ever want to be someone who’s put together.  So that you can break me all over again.”

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    Empire by Rachel Van Dyken

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    Never begrudge the journey, Valentina, for it is the journey that makes the ending happy.
    Real men drink at ten, this is why I do not kill you.
    “You were mine before you even knew you were mine.  So yes, I’ll be damned possessive about you.  And I don’t give a fuck what anyone says — you’ve belonged to me forever — and it’s going to sure as hell stay that way.”

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    Alpha, Beta, Charlie: Which Is Your Man?

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    Our waiter comes by and I order two Manhattans, smiling at Sierra.

    “Craving cherries?” Her eyebrows are raised.

    “Only if they are yours.”

    “You want mine?” she asks and I can see she feels it.  She feels our energy.

    “More than you can imagine.”

    “I would hate to deny you.”

    “Good girl.  Then don’t.”

    He’s wearing sweatpants and glasses.  That’s it.  Sweatpants and glasses.  And my mouth goes absolutely dry as I am slammed with the visual I knew would be good, just not quite this good.  The valleys between his abdominal muscles need my tongue.  It would be like tracing my way through a maze.  With my tongue.

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