Academic Enemies To Lovers Books Novels & Stories

My hand slid around to circle her clit again. “Come for me,” I growled against her ear. She shattered—walls pulsing, crying out, body shaking against mine. I followed—deep, hard, groaning her name as I spilled inside her. We stayed like that—panting, joined, wind whipping around us. Then I pulled out. Disposed of the condom. Turned her in my arms. Kissed her softly. “I’m not your enemy, Mira.” She pressed her forehead to mine. “I know.”

TROPE: CHILDHOOD ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS/FAKE-DATING. BOOK TWO will follow Alex Ross, Hayden's best friend, as he falls in love with his best friend, Hayden's twin sister, Heather Thornhill. TROPE: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS. BOOK THREE will be a LGBTQ story concentrating on Elias Archwood, the goalie, as he explores his bisexuality when the team recruits a new freshman, Angus, he can't seem to resist. TROPE: TEAMMATES-TO-LOVERS. BOOK FOUR will focus on Max Anderson as he falls in love with Angus's older sister.

“Jamie… please. I have a class to teach tomorrow. I’m a professor . I can’t fall asleep in front of a room full of teenagers. It’s bad for my reputation.” ​“Oh sure, big Professor Adam,” Jamie smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief. “You’re just worried because you want to look good so you can admire your cute little students...” Adam, feeling a bit playful despite his exhaustion, decided to poke the bear. “Yeah, so? I even got a love letter today from a very sweet, cute girl. She thinks I'm the best teacher she's ever had.” ​The playful atmosphere vanished instantly. Jamie’s entire expression changed from mischievous to cold. His eyes darkened.

I had been wet since the afternoon, when the memory of his voice and the stretch of him and the taste of us on my tongue had followed me through every ordinary task. I selected a different manuscript this time—an early 17th-century bestiary, fragile and beautifully illuminated—and opened it carefully in the center of the table. Then I stepped out of my shoes, placed my hands on the wood, and bent over exactly as he had left me the night before. The position lifted the back of my skirt. The air moved across my exposed cunt and the backs of my thighs. I could feel how slick I already was. I waited. At 12:03 a.m. the outer door opened and closed. Familiar footsteps crossed the room. The deadbol

Chapter 20 (Xander's POV) The fight started over breakfast. Which was perhaps the most ordinary thing that had happened since Sophia Laurent moved into my penthouse. It began with a photograph. Rachel Voss had published a piece in the Manhattan Chronicle that morning, not the romance coverage we'd been managing carefully, but something sharper. A corporate analysis framed around the merger timeline, the Phoenix Holdings threat and what she called "the convenient timing of a sudden love story between two lifelong enemies." Careful, pointed and professionally constructed.

It had been a whole week of wild stolen moments and secrets hook up in campus between classes, that I would show up, every time, like a woman possessed. --- The first time after his apartment was in the library. Third floor, behind the abandoned stack of law journals that no one had touched in years. He had me pressed against the shelf, his hand over my mouth, his cock buried inside me while I bit down on my knuckles to keep quiet. The second time was in the back of his truck, parked behind the gymnasium. He had texted me during my evening class, and I had made up an excuse about feeling sick and left early.

He asked. "Yeah, sure." I hand them to him and he glances at each one of them, it allowed me to look at his face and I noticed he had long lashes and a straight nose, he is so handsome. "These are a good book, the author is a great philosopher." He told me and I smile like a dummy, this is one thing you do when you start falling in love. "You did good in the riddles, I was impressed by how many you answered correctly." His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me.

continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her. "Hang on, hang on. I've got the idea. I'll wait for her to respond," he said with a laugh. Arianna stayed for a few more minutes and then left since she had to feed her little one. Weston went up to his room to read the book. It seemed that the female protagonist called Annabella Darlington was twelve when she met the male protagonist Colton Fray who was eighteen. The story started the same way as theirs. Colton's twin brother Grayson seemed like a carbon copy of Hudson. Everything proceeded the same way as their love story did. On Annabella's sixteenth birthday the fight between Colton and Jordan was similar to that between him and Gordon. Colt

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

"Jasmine, in case I tell you that I like you and I want you to be my special someone to love. Will there be anyone who might get mad?" She stand up for the serious question but she took a wrong step so he slowly fell down. Inadvertently Jake pulled her hand away. As she turned back facing the soldier she lost her right balance again in her stance and sank into Jake's chest. She got more turned on to inhaled Jake's fragrant scent. As it was a very neat man she ever knew. It has been exposed to the heat of the sun and is sweating but its fragrant smell remains. One of Jasmine's favorite things about a man is being physically clean. This handsome yet clean body thrill factor that Jake has. She