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His Naughty Lessons

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

Witchhazel · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
308 Chs

Upper Class Fun

** Harper **

Harper had never heard of a venue named Garden Royale for all the four years she lived in Davenshire. Now she understood why. The place wasn't a lounge, a restaurant, or even a nightclub, but rather an enormous rooftop ballroom overlooking the harbor and the entire city's skyline, accessible only from the VIP entrance of the hotel below.

She took a deep breath as the maître d'hôtel led them out the elevator and through the tall double doors, stepping into a great hall dazzling with classic painted ceilings, gilded walls, carved marble pillars, and huge crystal chandeliers hanging throughout the space. A mahogany grand staircase curved down from the entrance foyer to the dance floor, where guests had already gathered in small crowds of black tuxes and beautiful evening dresses. Somewhere in the background, a duet of piano and violin was playing, the music drifting softly above muffled conversations and the clinking of wine glasses.