Age Gap Romance Novels Novels & Stories

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Title: "Your Daddy, My Obsession." JANUARY How does one go about seducing their almost father-in-law? I really, truly do not recommend doing an internet search. The results are heavy on p**n and light on answers. In the end, I’m left to my own devices.

***Authors Note*** Hey my lovely readers, so we come to the end of those beautiful steamy short stories. The next stories are still age-gap books, but a little bit longer. Buckle up tight and enjoy every step of the way. XoXo!!! Book title: My Arrogant Billionaire Boss. JADE “You’re going to have to do something, Jadey,” Hannah said. “You know I love you, and I want to help. I do, but I can’t keep

“Of course I do, I preferably love the enemies-to-lovers trope; it had to be one of my favorites. I’ve read the Off-campus series and am in the progress of reading the Briar – U series.” “So you’ve read the mistake?” she questioned raising her eyebrows. “Where Grace had faked her pleasure to Logan and it destroyed his ego, inevitably.” I laughed; it was a funny book. “And the rest-“ “The risk? The fake dating between Brenna and Jake. Yeah, there’s had the cutest romance; after Garett and Hannah. Always will be number one in my books.” “Stop following me, Jax.” “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulm

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Damn it. I called up social media and checked out the book groups I was a member of. I asked for dirty age gap recommendations in an anonymous post, and the advice came flooding in from loads of filthy romance bookworms. The list was incredible. My ears were already desperate for the audio. I typed out thank yous and added books to my playlist at lightning speed, setting one up right away. I couldn’t help myself.

My jaw tightened and I took a deep breath. “So,” I began carefully, “You want to marry me for six months.” His face, still locked in a straight expression — seriously, did he not know how to smile? — grew more determined as he nodded. “And then…we divorce.” “And I'll give you ten million in return for your troubles.” he completed for me. My heart skipped a beat. Those damn figures sounded too high. I stared at him, my brain began sorting through the possibilities. Maybe I'd fallen into a pocket dimension or the four hours of sleep had caught up to me and I was experiencing some kind of fever dream.

Closing the gap between us, Jonathan pulled me for a kiss, softly and gently as his tongue found his way into mine, lifting me he placed me on the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Kissing him hungry and desperately. His hand found its way to my thigh, his fingers pushing the pantie I wore aside as he slipped inside of me. I moaned, softly, and his mouth found mine again, kissing, Jonathan continued slipping his fingers in and out rhythmically, and I felt my body on fire. Taking off his shirt, I pull him closer, feeling his hard muscles. Jonathan gently pulled off my panties, stripping his shorts down, he grabbed me by the thigh and pulled me closer as he plunged inside of me.

Monday arrived. Debra did not leave the city. Steven cancelled his afternoon office hours. They spent the day in his apartment—the same one she once imagined while listening to him lecture. The final barriers fell. They confronted the reality of a future that included the age gap, the past, and the department that still employed him. The resolution was both emotional and explicitly physical: they claimed each other without apology, and the story ended with the clear decision that this was not a reunion fling.

“You’re a good wife, Amelia. A very good wife.” Her smile tightened. “Of course, Arthur.” She patted his hand lightly, withdrawing quickly as the familiar feeling of its roughness touched her fingers. He was seventy and she was twenty-eight. The gap wasn't just age; it was a chasm. A chasm filled with his money and her desperate longing for anything else.

Another page almost filled with their debt. After making a note, she turned her attention back to her show. It was about a woman kidnapped by a mafia boss. The man was obsessed with her and gave her one year to fall in love with him. Evangeline shook her head. If she were in the woman’s position, she would never fall for her kidnapper. She’d feel fear, not love. But she couldn’t help but feel envious of the lead character. She couldn’t even remember the last time she felt giddy over romance. It had been fifteen years since she and her ex-husband separated. She had forgotten what it was like to love and be loved.