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Let Me In, Chapter 19: By Carol Pedroso
Cade and Louis cuddle up in bed after a big dinner and some very satisfying loving.
“So how did the rest of the meeting go?” Louis asked from his comfortable spot on Cade’s chest interrupting Cade’s internal debate.
Don’t Look Back #55 (10.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Marshall turned toward Lee. He dropped on all fours and crawled across the blanket, swinging his hips in a seductive manner, growling like a cat. He stopped in front of Lee and licked his lips, seeking instructions with his eyes.
“Strip!” Lee commanded brusquely. His voice sent shivers coursing through Marshall.
Marshall gauged there was two ways to go about this. Quickly and efficiently. Or slowly and seductively, prolonging the moment with the promise of paradise to come.
Judging by the gleam in Lee’s eyes, neither one was exactly in a hurry. So seductive and slow became the obvious choice.
Fortitude: Part Thirty-nine by Cia Nordwell
Wildman and his friends could care less about the city. No Name and his friends were useless. I fumed the entire way through the tunnel. “It’s all on us, Teddy. No one else is going to help stop the king, at least not before he’s sucked every speck of our abilities from us. What are we going to do?”
Teddy shrugged. “Sneak into the king’s palace, find Schvesla’s machine and shut it down, and then find a key so we can sneak out of the secret tunnel to the theater.”
I stopped. “You make it sound so simple, but it’s
Innocence & Carnality by Mann Ramblings
“I need to use the lavatory.”
“Yes, Sir Nathan.”
Face flushed, Harston, my valet, strode out into the hallway in search of my father. Something I absolutely refused to do. Minutes passed as I waited in discomfort. On his return, he brandished a key in his hand. We headed for the privy, and inside the sitting area, he began to help disrobe me enough to continue. Which at times, given the layers of costumery Victorian lords engaged in, could be arduous.
Nestled underneath the splayed layers of my breeches was a belt of brass with an unyielding codpiece
Aesthetics of Invention by Ravon Silvius
Kenneth took a breath, stabilizing his magical strength as he got close enough to feel it double in power. Thorn was nearby, down the hall and in the small, cramped conference room in the inventor’s college.
The lightbulbs that illuminated the long hallway remained steady. After their week together, Kenneth had long gained control over his magic.
And, it seemed, Thorn had learned to focus on his work and his relationship. The past week, a week after their time together, he had finally finished his new prosthetic.
Evans Woodworking: Chapter 11 by Jim Dunaway
“Mr. Evans, I hate to cause you any more pain than you’ve experienced so far, but I must ask, how did you come to be at the defendant’s apartment?”
Ethan’s response was slow in coming and came in a voice completely devoid of any emotion. “It was a celebration of our second anniversary.”
“Who, with the exception of yourself and Mr. Sims, were the men in the video?”
“Friends of Patrick’s.”
“And did you know these men?”
“No. I was introduced to them as they came in.”
“So you didn’t know any of them?”
“Objection Your Honor!
Dark Rights by Shelly
Heat rose off of the pavement in shimmering waves. Too skinny kids, who wore their shorts too low, t-shirts discarded on the steaming pavement as they danced in the spray from the broken fire hydrant. Laughing and yelling as they played in the cold water, dancing under the arcs of rainbows cutting across the hazy sky, they paid no attention to the man sitting on the stone steps of a run-down church.
I watched him, weary as the crumbling brick and wood structure behind him. One of the smaller stained glass windows was shattered, held together with tape and cardboard.
At Full Speed #19 by Chris T. Kat
Jake did his best to stifle the sobs that accompanied his tears, but to no avail. He made one attempt at sliding off Bruce’s chest, which Bruce prevented by tightening his hold. “You’re safe here, Jake. Let go.”
Jake’s body reacted of its own accord. His muscles went limp as he gave in to his misery. He didn’t know how long it took him to calm down to occasional hiccups, but when he did his throat was raw and his face felt swollen. Bruce’s shirt underneath his face was drenched. “Oh, my God. I’m sorry, so sorry. You must think I’m pathetic—”
“Stop right there, sunshine.” Bruce spoke in his usual gentle manner, but there was a firmness in it Jake responded to. “You’re not pathetic. You’re the bravest man I’ve ever known.”