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To my new husband, Sunday was the Lord's day.
To me, Sunday was my day to read raunchy romance novels about rugged men dominating strong women.
That is, at least until my stepson Nathan got kicked out of college and came home to live with us.
As it turned out, Sunday was his day to watch football.
While he was courteous enough to watch the games on mute, every few minutes he would yell at the TV.
Fucking sack him.
Like a fucking barbarian.
I could have gone to my bedroom,
but I sort of liked readingabout animalistic men right under his nose.
I even started to enjoy his outbursts.
It was like he had so much testosterone.
Coursing through him that he couldn't help it.
It was sexy.
Fuck God damn it.
Damn, I thought my porn was fucked up
I thought you were watching the game halftime.
I think women who read smut and get off to it, it's pretty hot.
Most men think we're lonely.
Are you?
Of course not.
You ever like about those books? You've read a book.
Doesn't matter how wrong it is.
The girl will always say yes.
Case in point,
Chelsea de Olivia is betrothed to serve
Victor of Monaco. But when his brother
Anton, a recluse running from the law,
hides out in their villa,
Chelsea is embroiled in a conflict over love and lust.
Can't she stay loyal to a good and honorable man?
Or will her forbidden attraction to danger destroy everything?
Maybe she doesn't end up with the bad boy.
Of course she does.
Women like dangerous men, and the sex is just better.
I don't know about that. Of course you do.
What are you doing?
Being what you want me to be.
This is I'm totally and completely wrong.
Yeah,
That's what a girl will do right before they go in for the kiss.
Take me. Take me
Oh my God. I need it.
I got too much. Are you like?
I got too much.
We like to do.
Spread my legs just.
Oh
Team, you catch me around too strongly, buddy.
I feel like pulling you in there deeper and deeper.
Feed it to me.
Feed it to me.
Just like that. Just
take it.
Every little inch is yours.
Every single inch is yours to take it.
Yes,
yes, yes, thank you.
Oh, yes, thank
you. Oh, thank you.
Deep, deep,
deep, deep
breath, deep breath,
deep breath,
deep breath,
deep breath.
Always.
And hard and deep.
Let me remember each other's rest.
Let me remember each little tug.
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