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."

Jackson has lived his entire life in the cold, a hollow shell of a boy carved out by years of cruelty. He was a ghost until Mira looked at him. She was the first person to offer a hand instead of a fist, and in that moment, she didn't just save him-she claimed him. He doesn't just love her; he worships the ground she walks on and hates the air she breathes that isn't his. She thinks it was a chance encounter. He knows it was the beginning of the end

I swallowed hard. "Justin, leave." "Shut the fuck up," he whispered, his lips grazing dangerously close to mine. "You say that like you actually want me to leave." My body stiffened. I kept my eyes anywhere but his. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You used to write about me. Think about me. Six years, Autumn, and I promise you-you still do. You still feel it." He lingered a kiss on my neck as he held my waist. Something inside me snapped. I shoved him with all my strength. He stumbled back, landing on the edge of my bed. "You're insane!" I yelled. "You broke up with me. After everything you said-how could you even think I'd want anything to do with you?" "Because..." He trailed off deliberately, rising to his knees on the mattress, his eyes dark and certain. "...when I do this-" He leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against my exposed thigh where my robe had shifted. A shiver raced up my spine before I could stop it. "-you can't even push me away." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Love was never the problem. It was how deeply it cut. Years after walking away from a relationship that left scars she still carries, Autumn finds herself face-to-face with Justin again-the same man who once loved her fiercely and destroyed her just as deeply. As old feelings resurface and lines blur, Autumn must decide whether some people can truly change... or if loving them will always come at a cost.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

Lucian placed my legs on his lap, took my shoes off, and began rubbing my feet. "How was your day at the gallery?" he asked. "It was so boring," I began. "Wednesdays are always so uneventful..." As I was explaining, his hands began to move up my thigh and underneath my dress. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties. "Mmm," I moaned, trying to grab his arm lightly. "Move your hand & continue, little girl," he commanded. I tried to continue telling him about my boring ass day at work, but the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "I can't," I gasped. He growled darkly. "Mmm, you want me to suck on your pussy again, don't you, angel?" I whimpered. "Mmm..." Lucian stopped rubbing my pussy and grabbed my neck lightly but effectively. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, Nyla. I want to hear you beg for it. You hear me?" "Yes, Lucian," I breathed out. He smiled lightly. "Good girl. Such a good girl." Then he kissed me with so much lust and passion that my pussy was soaked, and I honestly couldn't wait.

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.