Abstract Pieces
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Last published Sun, Sep 18, 2022
A slow burn romance story between a demure and reserved Carter and an easygoing and vibrant Milo.
* "Shit. I am so sorry I wasn't looking at all like I was supposed to. Are you okay? It wasn't that hot so you should be fine but still do you want an ambulance? Ill pay to have that cleaned obviously, I mean who gets things dry cleaned anymore but still if your one of those people that do then ill happily pay for it. Hello? Why aren't you saying anything? Do i need to call an ambulance for a different reason? Hello?"
I just stared. I felt the words telling this stranger to stop rambling and I was fine at the back of my throat but I couldn't force them up without feeling like I would force up my lack of breakfast too. Maybe I do need that ambulance after all. *
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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.
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