Head in the Clouds (BWWM)

Head in the Clouds (BWWM)

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"Breaking News. For the past couple of months a mask murderer has struck the city approximately 12 times these past three months. He carves his revolting signatures on his victims all the same, C.V. But we have no clue as to what they stand for. We've discovered all of these victims have been African American females, but they don't seem to tie together with this murderer's scheme. This doesn't mean he won't attack any other race either. Be aware of your surroundings at all times, lock your doors at night and pull up your drapes. As well, just make sure -" An unexpected sharp knock rattled on the wooden door along with the doorbell. ----- He bit his lip softly as he gazed down at her breasts again. Her nipples poking through her currently soaking shirt turned him on to the fullest. His hand touched down from his chest and broke in a downward stroke as the other leaned against the wall near her head. "Fuck." He moaned. MATURE CONTENT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU DARE.
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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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