Pitch Black
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"Darling" he spoke huskily.
Suddenly, my breath hitched. He tilt his head slightly and studied my every movement.
I tightly crossed my legs and took a sip of my wine.
A smirk played on his lips as he straightened his head.
"So what's your aspiration in life?" I asked him almost to quickly.
"My aspiration in life right now is to fuck you endlessly on this table Miss James" He grinned.
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Harper James just graduated from Wesley High School as Valedictorian. She is a very intelligent girl and wants to pursue in writing/editing romance and teen fictional books.
What happens when Harper was accepted to Black Incorporated and meets Mr. Ace Black on an interview, who is well-known for publishing the best mature and sexual books ever?
Shout-out: @worldgirlalways made this beautiful and wonderful cover for me. :D
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