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.

[COMPLETE] "But there's still so much to learn about this body of yours, dear." He licks his lips as his eyes rake over my form. "You see, I'm curious about how much your body trembles when it's teased to the point of begging for even the slightest bit of relief..." My mouth has been agape this whole time and I finally close it to gulp. My eyes are wide and my body is on fire as I feel his hand make its way back up to my now exposed torso and he teases the underlining of my bra. "... And I wonder," he continues. "How loud you can get when you're finally relieved of that pent up desire and hit with wave... after wave... after wave of pleasure." He kisses each cheek and my forehead to punctuate each point. "It's a sound I imagine is even more intoxicating than those small whimpers you make whenever I touch you here." *** Naomi Monroe is a rising young journalist in Atlanta who decided to give up on any chances of finding love at an early age and instead focused on her career. The decision paid off as she was able to hit the ground running in her career when she graduated college and quickly moved up at an online magazine covering startups, technology, and pop culture. Sebastien Laurent is a venture capitalist who has an untraditional approach to handling his wealth and a disdain for many of those who'd be considered his peers. While he's encountered a number of women in his life, the idea of romantic love seemed to be elusive... That was, until he was interviewed one day by Naomi Monroe. *** Strong language/mature themes! Must be 18+ to read. ***

When 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 22, drops out of college after her father is sentenced to prison for a crime he swears he didn't commit, her life collapses fast...eviction notices, unpaid tuition, a mother barely holding it together. Then 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧 appears. Late 40s. Private wealth. No digital footprint. He offers her a monthly allowance for companionship only. No sex. No exclusivity clause. No explanations. What unsettles Kailani isn't the money. It's how little she needs to explain herself because he already knows.

She grew up in their house, best friends with one brother... and now she's tangled up with the other. A summer wedding, a secret romance, stolen kisses, and the kind of love that could ruin everything.

Zyera Ambers minds her business. Cody Whittaker is the business at elite Aethelred University. Heir to a fortune and drowning in privilege, he's used to getting everything-and everyone-he wants. When the one person who doesn't acknowledge his existence captures his twisted fascination, a quiet obsession is born. Now, the king of campus will stop at nothing to make the scholarship artist his most prized possession.

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."

Luken Hunt is a virgin. A 23 year-old, NHL-playing, star-forward virgin. He's spent years dodging the post-game parties, the groupies, the endless opportunities that come with being a pro athlete. He's too focused on hockey, too awkward, too... completely out of his depth when it comes to women. Then Brooklyn Launder walks into his life. Sharp, stunning, and absolutely off-limits, she's the sports reporter who's seen it all-cocky athletes, bad pickup lines, and men who think they can charm their way into her life. But Luken? He's different. And when a flustered interview of his goes viral, turning the league's most unapproachable player into everyone's favorite bashful hockey heartthrob, Brooklyn finds herself just as intrigued as the rest of the internet. So when he confesses he's never even been kissed properly, Brooklyn makes a proposition-a few lessons. Just to help him out. A kiss here, a little guidance there. Nothing serious. Until the first lesson turns into two. Then three. And suddenly, Luken is learning fast-not just how to kiss, but how to touch, tease, and drive Brooklyn absolutely insane. But with the media watching, a locker room full of relentless teammates, and a career that demands all of him, Luken has to decide if he's ready to risk it all-for the one thing he's never had. A slow-burn, forbidden, scorching-hot hockey romance where the shy, virgin hockey star gets the ultimate education-and the woman he never saw coming. 𓅷 [SMUT Warning] [18+ Mature Audiences] Don't copy my work I will find you 🔪 4/14/25 1 in #sports 1 in friendswithbenefits 1 in hockey 1 in badgirlgoodboy 1 in nhlhockey 1 in nhlfanficton

In which, a blind business tycoon gets assigned to a nymphomaniac nurse _____________________________________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 ssybahz (Started: March 7th, 2021, Completed: September 26th, 2021) After losing his eyesight in an accident, Ares Elliott Estevan distances himself from everyone. Fortunately for Adrianna Blair Campbell, who happens to know just the perfect way to cure him. _______________________________________________ ***Warning: Heavy and explicit sexual content. Recommended for 18+ and above. Do not proceed if you don't like these kind of things. Read the preface.******* #1 in hot #1 in seduction #1 in adultfiction #1 in nymphomaniac #1 in lust #1 in plottwist #1 in sensual #1 in matureaudience #1 in age-gap #2 in fiction #1 in passionate #1 in mysteryromance #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in desire

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐫.𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. "𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐫.𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮..."