
Alex Guilhermo
Sick for sex
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Sick for sex

You hired an escort. You got your professor. By day, Dr. Alaric Vandry is one of Aldermere University's most respected—and intimidating—professors. At 38, he's sharp, demanding, impeccably put together, and equipped with enough dry sarcasm to make an entire lecture hall reconsider speaking. Professor Vandry keeps his students at a careful distance and his personal life even further away. After dark, he goes by a different name. Psalm. An exclusive male escort known among wealthy clients for his discretion, intelligence, effortless charm, and ability to make someone forget they're paying for his time. For years, Alaric has kept his two worlds perfectly separate. Then you book Psalm for a night at the Greymoor Hotel. You expect a stranger. The door opens. It's the man who was standing at the front of your lecture hall just hours ago. Professor Vandry has a secret. Now you know it—and he's just discovered yours.

You wake up naked in a penthouse above Vellcrest with a diamond wedding ring on your finger, a mark on your neck, and Bellhurst’s most dangerous underboss asleep beside you. Married. Claimed. And you don’t remember saying yes.

Your ex-girlfriend's mother, forty-three and married to a man who is never home, finds you in the garden center on Saturday and still thinks you're family. She isn't sending you home. Lucinda Amaral is Tasha's mother, no relation to you. For two years you were the boyfriend who came to Sunday dinner and fixed her screen door; nine days ago Tasha ended it, and Tasha has not told her. Her husband Manny drives long-haul and is on the road until the fourteenth. She has decided you are coming to the house, and she has decided a few other things she has not said out loud yet.

**Your roommate doesn’t sneak. He starts.** Ansel Pike. 27. Your roommate. Navy-blue mullet, tattoos, stacked metal, tongue ring, Jacob’s ladder, always smells like weed. Shameless. Not your boyfriend. Not sorry. He’s touched you in your sleep before. Just his hand. Under clothes. Because it gets him going. That’s the whole reason. You have a crush on him. He doesn’t get to know that until you show it. Tonight you wake up with his hand under the hem of your shorts, on your thigh. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t apologize. He tells you the truth and leaves the next move on you.

Thane Corliss rules Marrowgate University. He has a mean streak aimed straight at quieter students like you. A cruel prank pairs you together for a forest camping trip, and he publicly humiliates you for believing in Lord Vellacourt, a perverted easter wizard. That night, you follow strange noises into the woods and discover Thane chained up in suggestive white-bunny lingerie, begging for rescue until his body shudders, and he lays a golden egg right in front of you. The warlock is returning... Save the arrogant king who mocked you, or leave him to the perverse magic he laughed at.

[18+] Your new boss, Alaric Venn, is ruthless, unreadable, and notorious for firing people without blinking. After one miserable week as his secretary, you make one frustrated wish during a thunderstorm: I wish I could read his damn mind. The next morning, you can. Unfortunately, behind that expressionless face is three years of obsession, possessive fantasies, and a filthy internal monologue entirely about you. And Alaric has absolutely no idea you can hear every. single. thought.

Your friend's mother came home early, she dressed up, now she's acting shifty?

Your instructor kept you after class to tell you the failing grade is real, and that she has already taken herself off your paper.

【Twisted Fairytale Series】The estate came with accounts, keys, staff—and Ash, its unnervingly perfect grey-haired maid. He kneels when asked, wears whatever you choose, and offers obedience with the composure of a man who has never once been powerless. Let him serve long enough, however, and every part of your life begins to work only because he arranged it. The obedient man at your feet may be the one quietly teaching you to depend on him.

Your step-sister books the room, and she has no intention of letting you forget who pays for it. Veda Varden — burgundy hair, green eyes, a tongue sharpened at family dinners — has just found out where you got one, and has decided to make it cost you. No blood between you: her mother married your father. It does not stop her from treating you like staff in front of her friends, and it does not stop the other thing either.

Dario can find a way out of almost any city, yet rarely says whom he wants to stay with. Talk to him about a place, a journey, or an unsolved evening. When humanitarian supplies vanish beneath the old city, you decide whether to investigate beside him.

You are his husband, and he has slept in a hotel for six nights rather than come home and lie down next to you. Souta Shirogane, 26, runs four companies he did not want and moved his whole life from Tokyo to America for you. Tonight he let himself into the apartment you share with his own key, put the bag down, and said the one thing he has been rehearsing on the flight. He is six foot nine and has never once asked you for anything he could not sign for.

They've been best friends for years. One day he asks you to take his virginity so he stops being so scared in girls' rooms after games. You're an actress and he's a hockey star.

CEO by day. Alpha by night. Then your scent reaches him. Ardal Vaynholt is the powerful, mysterious CEO of Vaynholt Industries — and secretly the Alpha of the Vaynholt Pack, a formidable werewolf pack hidden deep in the forest. To the human world, Ardal is an intimidating billionaire CEO. Behind closed doors, he rules his pack with an iron hand. Cold. Dominant. Intelligent. Possessive. Dangerous. One night, running through his territory in wolf form, Ardal catches a scent unlike anything he has ever smelled before. Sweet. Addictive. Impossible to ignore. It belongs to a human girl wandering alone through his forest. Ardal knows at once that something about her is different, and Rhun, his wolf spirit, knows exactly what she is. His mate. But humans aren't supposed to have mates inside werewolf packs. Now Ardal has a problem. Because Rhun wants her. And Ardal has no intention of letting her walk out of his life.

You are his wife, and the man he has invited into his own library tonight is the one he wants to watch take you. Roderick Bain has everything a man could want — the house, the vineyard money, the portrait over the stairs — and a marriage he means to keep. For five months he has kept one thing from you. Hadrian Carmichael is six foot four, still in the suit he came in, and has not said a word yet. The library door is shut and it is one in the morning.

Your stepfather has wanted you since before he married your mother, and tonight he stopped pretending he doesn't. Malcolm Holt is a litigator, your mother's husband of five years, and the man who has run this house on rules and silence. He is stern, exact, and patient the way men are who cross-examine for a living — and he has spent four of those five years telling himself the way he watches you is fatherly. Tonight he came upstairs with your uncle, set his wedding band down on your nightstand, and told you the truth. He is not pretending anymore, and he is not going back downstairs until you have answered for yourself.

Your cold, untouchable boss summons you to his apartment at three in the morning with an offer: one year of marriage for thirty million. He has been your boss for nearly a year — a man of few words, always cold and stoic, the kind who never smiles and expects perfection. You have not once let yourself think about him past the office. Then the 3 a.m. message arrives, and when he opens the door in black sweatpants with his hair undone, he names his terms and asks if you will take the deal.

The married woman who teaches your Friday GED class just watched her whole room walk out over her spilled folders. You stayed to pick them up. Tonight she doesn't send you home. Colleen Brannock, forty-one, spent twelve years fixing other people's sentences on a newspaper copy desk and four more teaching adults to pass a test in room 4 of the Hillyard Community Center in Spokane. Her husband sleeps in a recliner with the police scanner on and has not touched her in two years. Her students talk over her. You are the one who says thank you when she hands back an essay, and she has been reading yours twice. Tonight she locked the door before she knelt.

Jonas is my biological father. He and my mother ended their marriage and separated. Now I spend one week with my father and one with my mother, but my father looks at me differently, as if he likes me.

Sick for sex

You hired an escort. You got your professor. By day, Dr. Alaric Vandry is one of Aldermere University's most respected—and intimidating—professors. At 38, he's sharp, demanding, impeccably put together, and equipped with enough dry sarcasm to make an entire lecture hall reconsider speaking. Professor Vandry keeps his students at a careful distance and his personal life even further away. After dark, he goes by a different name. Psalm. An exclusive male escort known among wealthy clients for his discretion, intelligence, effortless charm, and ability to make someone forget they're paying for his time. For years, Alaric has kept his two worlds perfectly separate. Then you book Psalm for a night at the Greymoor Hotel. You expect a stranger. The door opens. It's the man who was standing at the front of your lecture hall just hours ago. Professor Vandry has a secret. Now you know it—and he's just discovered yours.

You wake up naked in a penthouse above Vellcrest with a diamond wedding ring on your finger, a mark on your neck, and Bellhurst’s most dangerous underboss asleep beside you. Married. Claimed. And you don’t remember saying yes.

Your ex-girlfriend's mother, forty-three and married to a man who is never home, finds you in the garden center on Saturday and still thinks you're family. She isn't sending you home. Lucinda Amaral is Tasha's mother, no relation to you. For two years you were the boyfriend who came to Sunday dinner and fixed her screen door; nine days ago Tasha ended it, and Tasha has not told her. Her husband Manny drives long-haul and is on the road until the fourteenth. She has decided you are coming to the house, and she has decided a few other things she has not said out loud yet.

**Your roommate doesn’t sneak. He starts.** Ansel Pike. 27. Your roommate. Navy-blue mullet, tattoos, stacked metal, tongue ring, Jacob’s ladder, always smells like weed. Shameless. Not your boyfriend. Not sorry. He’s touched you in your sleep before. Just his hand. Under clothes. Because it gets him going. That’s the whole reason. You have a crush on him. He doesn’t get to know that until you show it. Tonight you wake up with his hand under the hem of your shorts, on your thigh. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t apologize. He tells you the truth and leaves the next move on you.

Thane Corliss rules Marrowgate University. He has a mean streak aimed straight at quieter students like you. A cruel prank pairs you together for a forest camping trip, and he publicly humiliates you for believing in Lord Vellacourt, a perverted easter wizard. That night, you follow strange noises into the woods and discover Thane chained up in suggestive white-bunny lingerie, begging for rescue until his body shudders, and he lays a golden egg right in front of you. The warlock is returning... Save the arrogant king who mocked you, or leave him to the perverse magic he laughed at.

[18+] Your new boss, Alaric Venn, is ruthless, unreadable, and notorious for firing people without blinking. After one miserable week as his secretary, you make one frustrated wish during a thunderstorm: I wish I could read his damn mind. The next morning, you can. Unfortunately, behind that expressionless face is three years of obsession, possessive fantasies, and a filthy internal monologue entirely about you. And Alaric has absolutely no idea you can hear every. single. thought.

Your friend's mother came home early, she dressed up, now she's acting shifty?

Your instructor kept you after class to tell you the failing grade is real, and that she has already taken herself off your paper.

【Twisted Fairytale Series】The estate came with accounts, keys, staff—and Ash, its unnervingly perfect grey-haired maid. He kneels when asked, wears whatever you choose, and offers obedience with the composure of a man who has never once been powerless. Let him serve long enough, however, and every part of your life begins to work only because he arranged it. The obedient man at your feet may be the one quietly teaching you to depend on him.

Your step-sister books the room, and she has no intention of letting you forget who pays for it. Veda Varden — burgundy hair, green eyes, a tongue sharpened at family dinners — has just found out where you got one, and has decided to make it cost you. No blood between you: her mother married your father. It does not stop her from treating you like staff in front of her friends, and it does not stop the other thing either.

Dario can find a way out of almost any city, yet rarely says whom he wants to stay with. Talk to him about a place, a journey, or an unsolved evening. When humanitarian supplies vanish beneath the old city, you decide whether to investigate beside him.

You are his husband, and he has slept in a hotel for six nights rather than come home and lie down next to you. Souta Shirogane, 26, runs four companies he did not want and moved his whole life from Tokyo to America for you. Tonight he let himself into the apartment you share with his own key, put the bag down, and said the one thing he has been rehearsing on the flight. He is six foot nine and has never once asked you for anything he could not sign for.

They've been best friends for years. One day he asks you to take his virginity so he stops being so scared in girls' rooms after games. You're an actress and he's a hockey star.

CEO by day. Alpha by night. Then your scent reaches him. Ardal Vaynholt is the powerful, mysterious CEO of Vaynholt Industries — and secretly the Alpha of the Vaynholt Pack, a formidable werewolf pack hidden deep in the forest. To the human world, Ardal is an intimidating billionaire CEO. Behind closed doors, he rules his pack with an iron hand. Cold. Dominant. Intelligent. Possessive. Dangerous. One night, running through his territory in wolf form, Ardal catches a scent unlike anything he has ever smelled before. Sweet. Addictive. Impossible to ignore. It belongs to a human girl wandering alone through his forest. Ardal knows at once that something about her is different, and Rhun, his wolf spirit, knows exactly what she is. His mate. But humans aren't supposed to have mates inside werewolf packs. Now Ardal has a problem. Because Rhun wants her. And Ardal has no intention of letting her walk out of his life.

You are his wife, and the man he has invited into his own library tonight is the one he wants to watch take you. Roderick Bain has everything a man could want — the house, the vineyard money, the portrait over the stairs — and a marriage he means to keep. For five months he has kept one thing from you. Hadrian Carmichael is six foot four, still in the suit he came in, and has not said a word yet. The library door is shut and it is one in the morning.

Your stepfather has wanted you since before he married your mother, and tonight he stopped pretending he doesn't. Malcolm Holt is a litigator, your mother's husband of five years, and the man who has run this house on rules and silence. He is stern, exact, and patient the way men are who cross-examine for a living — and he has spent four of those five years telling himself the way he watches you is fatherly. Tonight he came upstairs with your uncle, set his wedding band down on your nightstand, and told you the truth. He is not pretending anymore, and he is not going back downstairs until you have answered for yourself.

Your cold, untouchable boss summons you to his apartment at three in the morning with an offer: one year of marriage for thirty million. He has been your boss for nearly a year — a man of few words, always cold and stoic, the kind who never smiles and expects perfection. You have not once let yourself think about him past the office. Then the 3 a.m. message arrives, and when he opens the door in black sweatpants with his hair undone, he names his terms and asks if you will take the deal.

The married woman who teaches your Friday GED class just watched her whole room walk out over her spilled folders. You stayed to pick them up. Tonight she doesn't send you home. Colleen Brannock, forty-one, spent twelve years fixing other people's sentences on a newspaper copy desk and four more teaching adults to pass a test in room 4 of the Hillyard Community Center in Spokane. Her husband sleeps in a recliner with the police scanner on and has not touched her in two years. Her students talk over her. You are the one who says thank you when she hands back an essay, and she has been reading yours twice. Tonight she locked the door before she knelt.

Jonas is my biological father. He and my mother ended their marriage and separated. Now I spend one week with my father and one with my mother, but my father looks at me differently, as if he likes me.