❝You feel so good, 𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.❞ He moans in my ear before arching me on his desk. I tried to keep my moans at a minimum, but he felt incredible as he was pummeling me from behind. ❝I can't get enough of you,❞ he groans, the erotic symphonies of our skin slapping bringing me closer to ruin. ❝I'm insatiable when it comes to you, Quinn.❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What transpires when a young, billion dollar CEO gets rejected by his daughter's teacher? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜 is a single foster dad, ex-weightlifter and an OPP Commissioner. When Carvelli's new Deputy comes in, on her first day, her first he's mesmerized. 𝗔𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗢𝗡, ex-military and new OPP Deputy. Adriana's back home and ready to settle down and thinks she's found the one in Damien. Things for Damien seems good. He has a girlfriend and his two kids he plans to adopt. But when his kids biological mom shows up, threatening to take the kids away and hurt his Ana, he knows he's gotta do everything in his power to protect them. This may be a cute a smutty age-gap romance, but Damien doesn't play when it comes to his kids. He may break some rules and call some cousins... 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱! 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗼, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨... 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 18+

I found my homie and my best friend I'mma be there for ya till the very end No matter what, no matter what , no matter what.

𝒏𝒐·𝒕𝒐·𝒓𝒊·𝒆·𝒕𝒚 /ˌ𝒏ō𝒅əˈ𝒓īə𝒅ē/ 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 Revamped 20/01/23- 08-07-23 UNEDITED ⚠️⚠️

2-year-old Anovah Carter has to deal with the colorist parents she was "blessed" with. Her whole life has been filled with pain, sadness, and abuse. Will she ever get away? Farah and Treyton Williams have to live life not being able to conceive their own children. Their marriage has been filled with sadness and pain. Will they ever get their desired child?

I pushed the bushes aside, and there sat a skinny young boy, maybe a toddler, with matted curly dark brown hair, hollow cheeks, and rags for clothes. I froze in shock until I finally found the words to say, "Hello, my name's Cleo. . . what's yours?" I spoke as softly and calmly as possible. He blinked his pretty grey eyes at me. "Mateo." . . . Imagine a half-eaten apple flies through the air and smacks you on the head. There's nobody around and no way for anyone to hide. Then, it happens again the next day and you do some searching and find a small child. Would you take him in? Help him find his parents?