Age Gap Romance Novels Novels & Stories

When the door opened, she found him seated near the balcony, back turned, sleeves rolled up, drink in hand. He didn’t startle. Didn’t speak. As if he knew she would come. “I wasn’t sure you’d use the key,” he said without turning. “I almost didn’t,” she said. “I came for answers, not apologies.” He stood slowly, turned. And when their eyes met, it wasn’t desire that stirred first—it was respect. She walked in and closed the door behind her. “Why Rome?” she asked. He stepped toward her, slow and deliberate. “Because this is where my first marriage ended… and where I wanted to ask for another chance.”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

It was hot to see him pinning her down and her making lovey-dovey eyes at him. If I wasn’t in the picture, they’d make a good couple. Society wouldn’t frown too much on their ten-year age gap and they could live happily ever after. But I’m greedy and selfish. And I wanted both of them. Anna thinks it’s a one-night stand, but like hell, I’d let her—let them go after a night. They didn’t know it yet, but they were mine. I had felt heartbreak, and I would not let myself feel it again when I knew I could make it work with both of them.

I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night. It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is. I like that for her. She has suffered enough. I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn and someone laughing. My phone bu

Arabella had always kind of been attracted to older men, but she never thought it would come to this. She had a wet dream about Justin, the uncle of her boyfriend Noah, who was 23 years older than her. In the dream, she was in a dark room with Justin, and he was kissing her passionately. She could feel his strong arms around her, and she was melting into his embrace. He held her close, and she could feel his breath on her neck. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, and she felt his hands wander down to her waist.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

“These for bookings?” She popped her gum, smirked. “Yeah. Whatever you’re into.” A wild thought sparked, reckless, perfect. I leaned in, lowered my voice. “Do you have lesbians?” Her smirk widened. “As many as you want.” I flipped through the booklet, heart kicking. Faces blurred until one stopped me cold, a blonde, 28, green eyes sharp enough to cut, lips full, body lean and strong. Amanda. Ten years older than me. I liked that. I love her body shape.

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby.