"here now put your lips like this" He showed me. "now this equation isn't too hard you just got to divide that then add that" she explained

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

"Don't touch me, darling. Not unless you suddenly want to find yourself with my cock in your mouth." • • • Sins come in all shapes and sizes, but she never expected it to come in the shape of him. He was what you called a Sinner; His touch made you sin in every biblical way possible. One touch was all it took; one catastrophic sin. Cara had always lived the virtuous life as a faithful Catholic. She never expected her life to be abruptly turned upside down when she yelled at a rude man with sinfully wandering hands. But when you've lived your whole life as a saint and start to mess with a Sinner, you're bound to do something bad; You are bound to (do) Sin.

"Words my playground. And I like to play it dirty." ~Diego Heavens. ------------------------------ "You di*k prick!!" I grit out each word dipped in red chilli sausages. "You are in a deep shit I tell you!!" "Di*k and Prick, both means the same thing my love" He being an erotic writer shrugged my rebel with a tight smile. Fuming with pure rage I took handfull of chocolate cake in my hand and slapped him across his face. The action causing several gasps around the table. "YOU STOLE MY FIRST KISS YOU PRICK!! " *************** Aeragadda Russail. A 20 year old hopeless romantic who lives with her Grandmother, and a 10 year old brother. The reason behind her naivety. She likes tall, dark and handsome men and believes in possession with pinch of darkness. Diego Heavens. A famous 27 year old erotic writter. He ain't that tall and dark, but fine looking with his mudanity. For world, he's a person dipped in sophistications and etiquettes. Yet, his profession screams all about dirtiness. But in reality, it's just a pure facade to hide his secrets from the world. One situation, and these two end up under the same roof for three months. Where the days are filled with gibberish rant by Aera, and extreme innuendoes by Diego. ************** PS: If you think the prologue was worth a read then hit the star⭐️ DO NOT COPY MY WORK!