Flavio stared at her silently, like he was cramming her features and after several long minutes he finally spoke. "You're having doubts." Katalynna bit her lip; she was lost for words. She didn't know if she wanted to agree with him or tell him to kiss her so she nodded; she went with the truth. "So many." She let out of her clattering teeth and shaking lips. "Why?" A scoff escaped her lips as her mind drew up a mental list of why having sex with Flavio Del Grassi was the worst idea ever. "For starters; you're stealing my company." she said, not recognising her own voice. She had never sounded so..vulnerable. A look of guilt flashed in his honey coloured eyes and she expected him to defend himself or at least say something but he didn't. He wanted her to finish the list so she continued. "You've disrespected me on so many occasions, you act like a brute, you don't know when to stop and apologize-" "Okay that's enough-" He interrupted only to get interrupted too. "And I'm scared."

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

•A Wattpad Twice-Featured Story. *Previously named Elle's Saviour* At 25 years old, Elle Barrett resorted to escorting to provide for her son and unwell Grandmother. Struggling to pay bills and keep food on the table, she met Dean Wallace at the lowest point in her life. Little did she know that he would change her life completely. After attending an event with her client Dean, in which the two find themselves stuck in a lift, Elle's life takes a sudden and unexpected turn when he offers her a job. But will Dean be her saviour, or her undoing? Featured by Wattpad: 14th Dec 2017. Completed on: 17th Dec 2017. Highest Rank: #3 in Romance on March 2018. 1 million reads as of 5th Jan '18 2 million reads as of 25th Feb '18 5 million reads as of 3rd June '18 10 million reads as of 23rd Feb '19

Cleo knows her job is borderline unethical, but she tells herself that the businessmen she spies on are arrogant and greedy. Besides, it pays well and she needs the money for her sister's medical bills and to put her through art school. But when that art school's very existence is under threat from Cleo's latest target, billionaire Reece Kavanagh, she will do anything in her power to stop him and keep her sister happy. Until she falls in love with him. He was supposed to be a jerk, but Reece turns out to be everything Cleo ever wanted in a man. His heart is not cold and empty as reported, but beats only for Cleo. So when he reveals the dark secret that drives him to close down the school, she knows she has to stop him, for his own good as well as her sister's. But what will Reece do when he finds out that the woman he trusts has been undermining him all along? WARNING: This novel contains some sex scenes that should only be read by mature audiences.

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]