I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Amina wants a baby-on her terms. No romance. No strings. No father involvement. But instead of going the clinical route, she picks the one man she despises: Lukas. Why? Because his genetics are perfect. His record is perfect. His health is perfect. His brilliance is undeniable. And he has a type of raw dominance that she thinks would produce a strong child. So she sets a formal business meeting. Slides a contract across his marble desk. States her intentions with no emotion. He laughs first. Then he reads the contract. Then he looks at her-really looks at her-and says: "If you want my child, Amina... you're not getting it in a cup. You're getting it the natural way." She refuses. He smirks. But Lukas has waited years for this door to open. And he knows exactly how to bend her resolve. Eventually, she agrees-strict rules, boundaries, a timeline, and an exit clause. She believes she can keep her heart out of it. But she has just stepped into his game. And Lukas? Lukas doesn't intend to give her just a child. He intends to have her. Completely.

"Why do you always avoid my questions?" "I'm not, it's just that there's nothing to say. Who would ever want to date someone they can't even talk to? It's not rocket science. My eyes are weird, and people get tired of me eventually. There's your one-page essay. Now please don't snow me to death .-." "What? All that you just said is a lie. And I should snow you to death for even saying that! I would definitely date you." "...Thanks." 🍒｡･ﾟ♡ﾟ･｡🍓｡･ﾟ♡ﾟ･｡ Dallas Addison had it all; being a talented swimmer and dating the star of the football team, she didn't think she lacked anything in any capacity. Sure, she and her boyfriend had minuscule issues, but which logical relationship didn't have their occasional ups and downs? After landing in Extra Credit class due to a series of mishaps with her grades and attendance, Dallas's turmoil became despair when she became paired with one of the most eccentric people in the entire class. Seriously. Who wore sunglasses to school, much less indoors? When weeks turned into months of working together, series of back-and-forth message threads started to hit closer and closer to home. Suddenly, Dallas realized that maybe her life wasn't as idyllic as she was previously led to believe. || Completed 2023 ✔️ || ©ReeseTory2022

I opened my mouth maybe to say it was okay, maybe to ask something but the words died when he suddenly leaned across the console, cupping my face between his large, calloused hands. "I missed you," he murmured, almost like he hated admitting it. Then his mouth crashed onto mine. I gasped, his lips fierce and claiming, his body crowding into mine as if he needed to consume me. His kiss wasn't soft it was hungry, demanding everything I had to give. . . . Issa Andrews is beyond excited to start her first semester at Redwood University. Naïve, bright-eyed, and full of hope, that's how most would describe her. She has dreams of her own, goals she's determined to chase. But when a certain boxer crosses her path, will everything she's worked for come crashing down?

18+| 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀, 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙄𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙘'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨. With her thirtieth birthday looming, no romantic prospects, and a dream of motherhood slipping away, she's down to one last, desperate option: a decade-old pact made with her estranged childhood friend, Silas Beckett. There's just one hitch: Silas is now a superstar baseball player with a playboy reputation, and their friendship is a distant memory. Still, he agrees to their clinical, business-like plan: have a baby through fertility treatments, co-parent as best friends, and keep their hearts strictly out of the equation. But through sterile waiting rooms and late-night hormone shots, the old intimacy that once defined them rekindles into something deeper and far more dangerous. As the line between platonic and passionate blurs, their carefully constructed plan begins to fail in more ways than one. When they're left with nothing but failed treatments and inconvenient feelings, they have to face the fact that what they really want might not be a baby, but each other.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

#1 Ambw🥇✨️ Long chapters + Complete unedited version "You don't get to play me," he growled, hand locked around her throat as he slammed her against the bed. "You take me." Aaliyah thought she could tease Kenji, thought she could control the game. But every move she makes only fuels his dominance, his hunger, his need to own every inch of her. What started as rivalry explodes into obsession, jealousy, and nights so sinful she'll never be the same. And when someone from Kenji's past threatens to break them apart, Aaliyah learns just how far he'll go to prove she's his-and only his. When Aaliyah crosses paths with Kenji, sparks ignite into a flame neither of them can control. What starts as playful tension quickly spirals into an intoxicating mix of passion, jealousy, and loyalty. Between heated encounters, unspoken rivalries, and a love that refuses to be denied, Aaliyah and Kenji must learn if their fire will consume them-or forge something unbreakable. Raw, filthy, and addictive... this is not your typical college love story. ____________________________________________ Also I wrote this book ages ago and its been in my drafts i decided to post it on a whim .. this is the full unedited version!

"You lying bitch," he snapped, rounding on her in front of the doctor and two nurses who'd just entered with follow-up forms. "You really thought you could pull this off, didn't you? Trap me?" Her eyes widened, horror dawning in real time. "I didn't-" "You think because I took you in, because I cared about you, that you could play me?" His voice rose. "Ambrose, please stop-" "I trusted you," he hissed. "I defended you. Against my mother. Against everyone." She shook her head violently, tears pooling. "It's your baby. I never cheated on you, I-" He laughed coldly. "You expect me to believe that? Some girl from nowhere, clinging to a family she'll never belong to?" His words were knives now, each one carving into her chest.

Unlike most performative men, Adam Barrington IS your average guy. He lives a simple life and has everything he needs; a good paying job and his wonderful (sexy) girlfriend, Molly. I mean, what more could he want? Well, life is full of surprises... and shit. And that crappy part of life so happens to come in a life-sized, doe-eyed, annoying, feminine package. That package is none other than Elaine Reed. Adam HATES Elaine. And what's worse? She's his colleague.