Kylie grumbled, but she still allowed Hunter to pull her into his arms after he had propped himself up against the headboard with a couple of pillows. “At least try,” Hunter coaxed as she settled against him, her head on his chest. “Who knows when you’ll get another chance. Negotiations between c...
He closed his eyes tightly and groaned frustratingly into his hands as he sat on his couch trying unsuccessfully to will away the painful erection straining for freedom against his zipper. Just the thought of her tumbling them both to the ground again had him on the verge of springing to his feet...
However, just because he was now wearing a pair of jeans, it didn’t mean that she didn’t take the opportunity while he was bending down tending to the fire to appreciate how well those hard, round globes filled out those jeans. And she accused him of being awful… Before he caught her staring, Bri...
There was no way the raw emotion that was now thundering through me, making my pulse race and my body tremble, could have been generated by a mere dream. Somewhere, buried within the lost memories they had spoken of earlier while I had been busy throwing myself on Seren, I knew the answer to my o...
Hunter muttered under his breath as he raked a hand through his hair in agitation. “Though I suppose he has a point. The last hour has shown me just how much I let my hatred of those lion bastards fuck up my common sense. After what we shared, I should have at least had the decency to hear you ou...
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Kylie exclaimed as Hunter drove around to the back of the large, illuminated building and entered the club’s VIP parking garage. She had expected Hunter to take her to one of the many small clubs along the edges of downtown that she and her friends often frequented, not the hottest club in Riverf...
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I asked as we sat side-by-side, not on a marble bench as I had originally intended, but on the slightly-damp grass just a couple of steps from the edge of the pond. Upon reaching the pond, when I had tried to sit down on the bench, Sethian had squeezed my hand sharply, shaking his head when I had...
What was the point when I really didn’t want to anyway. He found my lips parted and welcoming. However, it was a quick kiss, not exactly the rough, tongue-wrestling affair I had in mind. “Let us find our marriage bed,” Sethian said. As I watched with astonished eyes, the room began to change—into...