He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

COMPLETED • • • It was one night with a stranger at a bar. Harmless, right? • • • Ion Series Book #1: Insatiable Book #2: Scarred Book #3: Game Over cover done by @AndiApplexoxo ♡︎

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---mature content(18+)--- "Get on the desk", Asher said. It sounded more like a command. I complied. Walking towards the furnished desk I hoisted myself on the on it, my heart beating erratically. "Now spread your legs kitten. I want to taste you". ........... In which 19 year old of Armelle Vista ends up seducing her 35 year old boss Asher Devin Jones over a summer internship. Highest rating: #1 in Chick-lit (This is a stand-alone novel) Edited by: @kaxeen, @unlady and @nupur92

Annie Sands and Tyler Crews are two actors, two very little known actors wanting to kick start their career. So they enter to be starred in a reality TV series. Will Tyler and Annie be able to showcase the feelings they're hiding from each other? Or will their quick beginning love ruin the TV series altogether?

"I told you never to hang out with that idiot" he hissed as he dug under my evening dress. "Stop. We can-can't be doing thi-" I couldn't breath as he groped my breasts. "This is your punishment for being with the wrong guy". His hand trailed down from my breasts to my belly button. He used his other hand to unzip my dress. "No...stop...we have to go back to the...party...". This feeling was a feeling I never felt before. It felt good. Before I knew it, I started moaning. My inner conscious is telling me to back away and punch him. However, my body is dancing to his every move. When he was done zipping, one hand retreated to my breast while the other traveled even more to my V. His finger played around as my hips moved to his circulation. "Pl-pl-please no. Stop. It feels..." "Feels like what baby?" "Feels so GOOD!" I heard him breathe out a smirk. With my indirect confirmation, he thrusts his finger into me. Oh lord, did this ever feel so good? I started to go weak and slide down against the wall until he picked me up. "Damn I didn't know you would be so tropical down there...you are fab-" The elevator door opens. WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE CANT STAND CRAPPINESS CANT HANDLE SEXUAL CONTENT CANT HANDLE INTENSE LANGUAGE 18+ MATURE CONTENT DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU ENJOY~ <3

***** MATURE CONTENT**** WARNING!! RATED R 18+ only This is a short, to the point book. I didn't want a lot of background and details. Just a satisfying quick read He is the definition of sex. Dark features, gauged ears, tattoos, and attitude. He makes my body come alive with just his eyes. I wonder what he could do with his hands.. His name is Devon.. And he's My brother's roommate...

MATURE THEMES || SHORT STORY This book was previously entitled 'His Nude Model' in HIGH SCHOOL SMUT. Everyone knows Ross Vasiliev- famous photographer, known not only for his astonishingly gorgeous body and handsome face, but also for his world-recognised photography skills. His interest in photography took him a step further: he decides that there should be more than just taking pictures of places and backgrounds... and taking nude photos might just help him gain even more popularity. Nobody's never heard of Selena Ashworth. Her five million Instagram followers aren't worth mentioning when she's a beautiful award-winning vogue model, well-known for her perfect bust and fleshy ass. What ensues when the two big-shots meet and find they need more than the other party asks for? [NOTE: This is a quick read, therefore things may get fast paced. It is intended to be a short story.] [Achievements] #1 photographer - 30/1/19 #1 photography - 6/2/19 #19 model #22 naked #31 famous #125 sexy #223 short chapters

M A T U R E • R O M A N C E Highest Ranks So Far: #1 Hell, #6 in Incubus . . . My mouth wrapped around a portion of the elastic of his boxer, and with my teeth, I pulled down. My lips brushed against the soft, supple skin of his pelvis. He finally made a sound, his body vibrating as he let out a deep, needy groan that shook me to my pulsing core. God, the sound would stain itself in my memories. Echo in my death. I needed him. All of him. Now. Always. . . . He's just the angry incubus. She's just the sweet baker. He just wants to escape from those who want him. She just wants to be wanted. It's recipe for disaster when Zuemier is saved by the meek but sassy baker. And a catastrophe when his survival is entirely dependent on her for a week. Their initial product is a bitter mix of fury, lust, and contempt..... And maybe a pinch of love? . . . (A/N: Thanks for taking a chance on my dumpster fire ;3)

Incubus ● A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with women.