My sweet past

My sweet past

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Everybody remembers little bits of their past, little snippets of their lives. They say it's the things that were most important that stuck, important people, impressive events or maybe a feeling you got that stuck out from all the others. Some people share the same memory or timeline of those memories. And meeting people from your past that you haven't seen in years? can be awkward. Do I or did I not like them? Should I say hi? Some may have a slighter version of the memory you have. This is true for Emily and Kade. Emily and Kade had a very..... a slightly rocky past to mildly put it, definitely not something they ever expected to face after Emily moved miles away, AND ESPECIALLY NOT AS MATES! but fate always seems to like being a little unexpected.
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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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