Age Gap Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

“Alright, don’t work too hard. See you tomorrow, Elena.” The footsteps finally faded away down the hallway, leaving only silence and the pounding of her heart. Elena let out a long, shaky breath of relief, inhaling the faint scent of Marcus’s cologne mixed with pure masculine arousal. But before she could turn, he spun her around roughly and crushed his mouth to hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and consuming. His lips were firm and demanding, tasting faintly of mint and raw need. Elena moaned deeply into his mouth as his tongue pushed past her lips, stroking hers with urgent hunger.

The thin fabric ripped and dropped to the ground between her heels. Working my mouth slowly up her body again, I slipped a finger inside her slick, wet heat. Her whimper had a shiver traveling down my spine, tightening my balls. "Íosa, Quinn! You are perfect." "Lachlan," she gasped, meeting my kiss with a desperate passion. My finger glided smoothly within her, and I added a second, feeling the wet, tight heat of her channel encompass me. I leaned in, our lips locked, as I began to establish a steady rhythm. Her hips matched my stroking, and I could feel the tension coiling within her.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

"Yes. I asked his age earlier. You know me, right? Anything I want to know, I ask directly to the person concerned. Including Thomas's age and what his intentions are towards you." No, she didn't. Olive didn't care what her mother said. What mattered in her mind ... was their difference? Oh my God! Fourteen years? That's like the title of a romance novel! Fourteen years apart is sexy! Argh!!! Their age is not a sexy thing to talk about in a romance story! "We're far apart in age, Mi." "You see, it is. You didn't realize?"

Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness. His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath. We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

She thought this was cool. “I mean—wow,” she went on, bouncing slightly on her toes. “An age gap romance? Like a real one? Your dad really married someone younger? That’s… that’s honestly amazing! I read so many books with this trope. Secret romance, huge age gap, wealthy older guy, younger wife—ugh, one of my favorites. It’s so dramatic and intense! Sexy, even!” She wiggled her shoulders playfully. I forced a smile. “Yeah,” I said, my voice sounding distant even to me. “It’s… something.”

“Maybe it’s because, for once, I’m not a pawn in someone else’s game. I’m not Anita Matthews, the daughter they abandoned. Not Anita Bennett, the girl caught in her ex’s betrayal. Not even Anita Grant, the wife in a contract marriage.” She stepped off the swing and walked to him. “I’m just me. And I like her.” Nathan touched her cheek. “I love her.” The kiss that followed was slow, reverent. No urgency, no hidden motives. Just love—and the weightlessness that came with it. Later that afternoon, while Nathan napped under the canopy with a book half-open on his chest, Anita wandered into the villa’s library. Dust motes danced in the sunlight slanting through the window, and the scent of parchm

“What did he do this time?” “I don’t know… It’s just… Ever since we came for our honeymoon, he and I have been having sex.” Gina gasped, then screamed. I rolled my eyes when I heard frantic movements from her end and waited for her excitement to go down. “Are you done?” I asked after a few seconds. “Yup… OMG! Are you serious?1” She asked at the top of her voice. “You and Anthony, the man you have always been in love with, had sex? No fucking way. No way, you’re lying. Nuh-uh.”

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