Novels by Ehmie writess

Tristan was still running his hand in Noa's hair when she raised her knee up a bit, grazing into his painful erection that was pressing against her vagina. He held his breath and stopped stroking her for a few seconds before resuming.She pushed his chest back a bit so she could look at his face. And he looked down at hers. Realization that one of his hands rubbed against her bare back. He stopped everything he was doing but didn't move his hands off her body.Her face was more puffy now but Tristan found her extremely beautiful regardless. Her hazel eyes bore into his like he was gazing into beautiful complex layers of brown wood. She on the other hand took in his almost perfectly handsome looks. He was fully dressed so his body wasn't exposed like hers.Tristan felt the urge to kiss her. He didn't know why but he wanted to. To taste her plump pink lips. He tore his gaze from her eyes then to her lips and back. His dick jerked at the thought and Noa didn't miss it. She didn't miss hi

Tristan lay on the far side of the bed, his back turned to the sleeping girl as he spoke on the phone with Ethan, his personal assistant, whose room was a floor below. It had been a few minutes since she dozed off but he had been erect the whole time, his dick literally threatening to tear through the front of his pyjama trouser.He hadn’t mentioned the situation to Ethan. He knew him too well. Ethan would’ve immediately taken action, reporting to hotel management and making sure the girl was removed without delay, no matter the hour.Tristan preferred to handle things quietly.They spoke for a few more minutes over the phone before calling it a night. Tristan lay still, but his mind was restless. He wanted to look back at her. To go closer and access her body to his content. To touch her while she was still unconscious and masturbate to it at the same time. He had so many fantasies he wanted to carry out with her. But he couldn't. Scratch that, wouldn't.He had been celibate for four

Noa stepped into the elevator, her eyes fixed on her phone as tears streamed down her cheeks. On the screen played a video she wished she had never seen—her boyfriend, Rodney, with another woman. She didn’t know who sent it, and honestly, she didn’t care to find out.She sniffled, her chest tightening as quiet sobs escaped her lips. Completely lost in her emotions, she didn’t notice the two men sharing the elevator with her. One glanced at her with mild concern, while the other remained distant and unreadable.The elevator chimed, and the men stepped out first. Only then did Noa realize she hadn’t been alone.“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, watching them walk ahead, deep in conversation as one spoke and the other listened.For a brief moment, she wondered what they thought of her, crying like a child the entire ride. But then she dismissed it. It didn’t matter. She would likely never see them again, and she hadn’t even looked closely enough to recognize them if she did.The men

“Fineee!!” I groaned in defeat. I wasn't that good of a pretender anyways. “But only because Juls might not mind” I muttered beneath my breath.“What was that?” Howell chuckled, clearly unable to hide the triumphant dark heat flashed in his eyes.“Nothing.” I scoffed and immediately let out a surprised cry when he picked me up in bridal style and walked towards the bed.He placed me gently on the bed, so I lay on my back with my legs parted while he stood between them, his large masculine shadow enveloping me as he stared down at me like a feral beast that had just seen it's next meal.He didn't waste another second. He leaned in and in a swift primal motion, he crashed his lips hungrily into mine.He sucked my lips hungrily, sucking and biting each one simultaneously. He plunged his tongue in, our mouths becoming a mess of hot breathe and saliva exchange.Howell finally broke the kiss and rose up, his eyes trailing my unclad body. Without second thoughts, he cupped my right breast in

I stood infront of Howell, still wondering how he showed up at the right-wrong time.He wore a pair of grey sweatpants that revealed the print of his lengthy manhood. On top, he had a black vest on with it's sleeves cut high, revealing his broad chest and perfectly toned torso and arms.Juls was definitely really lucky, because, how bad could he be? Nobody was perfect, right? He couldn't be as bad as she painted him to be.I gulped down the lump in my throat as I took in his appearance. He was very handsome and radiated raw male energy, making him so hot and sexy.“Emily, where's Julietta? I really need to see her.” His deep voice rumbled, pulling me out of my daydream.“Uhm… I… no. I mean, yes. She went out with her colleagues at work.” I said pulling myself back to composure.“Oh. Do you know where to? Or when she'll be back?” he asked.“No. I didn't bother asking for deets.” I shrugged. “She has these outings often. It's… eight pm now, she should be back before twelve. I can't tell

EMILY“You know married couples have disagreements all the time. That's not enough reason to pack your stuff and leave.” I said with a shrug as I cleared the coffee table, putting the trash in a garbage bag I held in my other hand.“I didn't pack my stuff and leave Emily. I packed a few of my stuff. Besides, I'm not leaving him. I'm just taking a break.” Julietta defended, doing her makeup on my bed.“Taking a break from what? Him or the marriage in general?” I asked“Both. You won't understand now, till you're married. Men change. And you either choose to leave or condone. I'm condoning, and that's why I'm taking a break. Call it a vacation, sweetheart.”“You wish. You're not on vacation. You're squatting in your younger sister's studio apartment.” I said jokingly and she rolled her eyes and pointed her brush at me,“I know, I know. I'm all in your space, but it's only for a bit. I'll leave soon. This week hopefully. What're sister's for.”“Whatever Juls. Your husband is sorry… I gue