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BEACH GROANING (2)

Aвтор: She's Royalty
last update publish date: 2026-07-11 16:25:08

The morning light crept in softer than the day before, painting the bedroom in pale blues and golds. Mia stirred first, nestled against Jake’s chest, his arm draped possessively around her waist. She smiled at the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint scent of salt and skin still clinging to him. Last night hadn’t been a dream. Her body ached in the best way, a pleasant reminder of how thoroughly they’d explored each other.

She shifted slightly, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone
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    The next day passed in a strange haze of ordinary tasks and extraordinary nerves. I scrubbed the kitchen counters until they gleamed, folded laundry with more care than usual, and even rearranged the flowers in the entryway vase twice. Every time I heard Elias's footsteps somewhere in the house, my stomach flipped like I was sixteen again. By late afternoon, when the other staff left for the evening, I was half convinced I had imagined the entire library encounter. Maybe he had simply been tired and polite. Maybe I had read too much into a forehead kiss.Then I caught him watching me from the hallway as I wiped down the banister. The look was not polite. It was quiet, focused, and it made my skin prickle with awareness.I finished my duties in a fog, heart beating faster as the house grew silent around me. At exactly seven thirty I stood outside his bedroom door, still in my uniform, stockings and all, just as he had asked. My hands felt clammy. I wiped them on my apron before knockin

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    The first time Elias Feldman touched me deliberately, everything I thought I knew about my place in this house shifted under my feet.I was balancing on the edge of the library ladder, reaching for the highest shelf with the duster, when I heard the door close behind me. His footsteps crossed the rug, unhurried. I did not need to turn around to know it was him. After eleven months working here, I had learned the rhythm of his walk, the way the air in any room seemed to adjust when he entered."Deborah, you are still at it," he said. His voice carried that calm authority I had come to expect, but tonight there was something else underneath it, something quieter and heavier.I climbed down carefully, smoothing my uniform skirt before facing him. Elias stood near the drinks cabinet, jacket off, sleeves rolled to his forearms. The evening light caught the faint lines at the corners of his eyes and the silver just beginning to show in his dark hair. He looked tired from whatever meetings h

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    I sit up against the headboard, sheet pooled at my waist, listening to the low murmur of Angelo’s voice in the other room. The toy lies quiet on the mattress like it’s waiting for round three. My skin’s still buzzing, half from what we were doing and half from the knot of nerves in my stomach. Whatever he’s about to tell me, I hope it’s not the kind of thing that makes me wish I’d kept my clothes on.He comes back a couple minutes later, phone in hand, running a hand through his hair. The boxers hang low on his hips, and even now, after everything, the sight of him does things to me. But his face is tighter than before.“Work?” I ask.“Yeah. One of those calls that can’t wait.” He sets the phone on the dresser and climbs back onto the bed, kneeling in front of me. His hands rest on my knees, thumbs brushing small arcs. “It’s about a project I’ve been on. Undercover shit—nothing glamorous, just long hours and too many nights where I can’t say where I am. I’ve been holding back because

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    Amila’s heart raced as she sat on the edge of the examination table in Dr. Sean’s private clinic. The room smelled of antiseptic and his subtle cologne. A crisp, masculine scent that had haunted her fantasies for the past two years. At twenty, she was no longer the shy teenager who accompanied her

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    Emma’s phone buzzed on her nightstand. She smiled despite the faint headache she’d used as an excuse to skip morning classes. The message from Alex was simple: Heard you’re sick. Jordan and I are coming over with soup and meds. Text your address. She replied quickly, heart already racing. Her pare

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