Affair Romance Novels & Stories

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting. Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna. Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just

The window screen wasn’t secure, so I poked a small hole through it, then gently pulled the curtain aside. Inside, I saw Emmanuella lounging on the couch, her head resting on a man’s lap. He looked nervous, his fingers hovering awkwardly over her stomach. “Go on,” she teased him, guiding his hand. “I won’t bite.” He laughed nervously but complied, letting her move his hand to her breast. She moans softly, encouraging him. Within seconds, they were kissing, the sound of their lips and muffled moans filling the room. “She’s having an affair,” I whispered, barely audible. But I wasn’t surprised. Our marriage was not a marriage anymore, so it struck no jealousy watching her do this with another

he gestured between them “—this is real.” Isabelle’s resolve crumbled. She leaned into him, seeking solace in his arms. Their lips met, not with the desperation of their first kiss but with a deep, unspoken understanding. For a brief moment, the weight of their world lifted, and nothing else mattered. Over the next few weeks, Isabelle and Michael’s affair became a lifeline for her. Each secret rendezvous brought her closer to him, and further from the life she had built with Andrew. But the fear of discovery loomed over them, a constant reminder of the risk they were taking.

Safira was so distracted by what he said she barely had any reply to his statements and sudden change. Safira wanted to continue talking about what he had just said to her. This idea of him having an emotional affair with her. What does that even mean? She thought. Adonis maneuvered in the plush leather seat of the car, his head falling back on the headrest, letting out a sigh. He looked all relaxed and content. He felt her big, pretty eyes staring at him.

“What? You’re still my girlfriend, Jeanne. I’m only trying to cheer you up.” “I don’t remember agreeing to date you, Mr. Tuna,” she shot back with narrowed eyes. Hector grinned. “No, but you did agree to an affair. That still counts for something.” “Stop it,” she said with a sigh, though the corners of her lips tugged upward despite herself.

“Don’t mistake physical desire for more noble feelings. There is nothing noble or indeed proper about what I feel for you now, Ava Marie. I want an affair with you to get you out of my system before I take up the reins of duty. I will be expected to marry and to marry well. I believe someone has already been earmarked as a potential bride.” And the third blow came and made her KO. Ava felt as if he had plunged a serrated fishing knife deep into her chest. She wanted to bend over double to stop the pain but only pride kept her upright and rigid. “Oh, really? You want an affair… Do you now?” Ava asked in a disinterested tone. “That certainly takes the legwork out for you, doesn’t it? Just thin

Betty asked in shock as she stood up to understand "Wow, it's a small world indeed" Henry said going closer "Why are you looking for a Job at my husband's company?" "Are we fighting?, I helped you.. Remember?" A sudden confidence slapped Henry "Oh my bad, hand your CV over to me, then you can leave" Betty really hate it when she have close access with guys she has done shits with "Easy" Henry looked at her seductively and blew a kiss "You can go" Betty pointed towards her door "Besides, you look pretty" He was trying to get to her

His gray eyes hold me. “Tell me what's happening to you, Dom.” Dominique releases me abruptly. “You're really willing to spoil my birthday, aren't you?” “I just want to understand what's going on…” “There's nothing to understand, Kiara.” “Oh, no? I want an explanation for all your behavior.” He runs a hand through his blond hair, huffing, clearly annoyed. “I had an affair in the past. My family got involved, fucked things up and I should have done more, but I didn't”, he speaks seriously, seeming to remember something.

There was something dangerously beautiful about being wanted in plain sight. Talia had lived her life in well-tailored clothes and carefully crafted smiles, always polished, always predictable. But now, she wore lust like a second skin. It hummed beneath her surface when Cameron entered a room. It buzzed in her veins when his fingers brushed hers while passing a file. It burned down her spine when she caught him watching her lips while she spoke to her husband. Their secret affair had grown bolder, unrestrained, and recklessly hungry. They fucked wherever they could. In the garage. In her bathroom with the water still running. Against the wall outside Richard’s study while he talked numbers

Unfortunately, I needed Raphael's cooperation to make that happen. I made up my mind that no matter how difficult it would be, I would talk to him directly about this. It was better for us to put the past behind us; after all, our passionate affair wasn't supposed to last beyond that one night. I just needed to remind him of the rule of a one-night stand and insist that we keep the past in the past and not let it interfere with our present and future. Going forward, our relationship should be nothing more than that of stepbrother and stepsister, where both of us would do our best for the sake of our parents' happiness. I tried to remain hopeful as I steeled my resolve. With my mind made up,