Are Bridgerton Books Spicy Novels & Stories

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.

It was Brayan and someone else. Could that be his office? But it was on the other side of the house. I made a mental note to ask Elowen when next I saw her. I looked through the shelves searching for the perfect book to read. There were so many and I was confused on the one to choose. Nevaeh always mentioned romance was the best but I knew romance has a lot of cheesy things. I wanted more of action with a bit of romance and lots of erotica. I picked out a worn out book. A man and a woman in a sensual position but the name had been torn out.

It never did. “I hope you’re not overworking yourself,” she said, stepping into my path with the soft precision of a lioness blocking a gazelle. “Brides can get… fragile before the big day.” I returned her smile with the same politeness. “I’m doing fine.” “I’m glad to hear it. You looked a bit pale in that Page Six photo yesterday.” I blinked. “You read Page Six now?” “Oh, darling.” She tilted her head. “Everyone reads Page Six when it’s about you.”

I nodded at him and instantly made for the library. On getting to the library, I barged in impatiently to see her sitting in my spot, holding my mother's book. The second volume. She raised her head to look at me, letting a smile tug at the corner of her lips. “You are quite fast with the book.” I said, walking towards her, letting her scent fill my nostrils. “It's interesting with a great portion of smut, and court drama.” Hyacinth whispered, grabbing a cup of wine on the table. “And mystery too, so… it's quite the package.”

Which was why no matter how her female hormones are acting out and her being so sensitive and horny she wouldn't let him touch her, she couldn't do that, she wasn't sure she can give her body away without her heart following right through, that would be a disaster, they finished eating and their plates were removed, she wanted more but she didn't want to come across as a glutton, she hoped there will be dessert. "I knew you didn't like the cake at our wedding so I ordered a vanilla-flavored cake this time as dessert," He revealed as the smiling chef who has been serving them brought in the dessert, vanilla was her favorite, she smiled at him, happily tasting the cake. "It tastes heavenly, ev

Chapter 3 Lydia’s POV “If you want me to stop looking at you like this… tell me now,” Julian said, his voice low and rough as he stood there shirtless in the kitchen light. I took another slow sip of wine, my hand trembling just enough that the glass tipped. Red wine spilled across the counter and down the front of my silk robe, soaking through the thin fabric and making it cling to my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly from the cool wet silk. “Shit,” I breathed, setting the glass down fast.

Elena’s eyes darkened with lust as she looked at me. “God, you’re gorgeous,” she whispered. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill free. They were beautiful...round and firm with dark nipples already hard. I couldn’t resist. I leaned down and took one into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. Elena moaned softly, her fingers threading through my hair. “Yes… just like that,” she breathed. Sebastian sat back in the chair across from the bed, watching us with dark, hungry eyes. His cock was rock hard in his hand as he slowly stroked himself.

He asks Tam back. "Oh yes, after a long day at work, there is nothing better than a glass of wine and a good book." She says. "Ohh ask her about the books please. She loves a perticularly interasting genre." Mira says with a grin. Tamaras choice in books is impecalbe if you like spice and questionable behavier. I couldn't help but laugh at Mira’s words, her teasing tone lightening the mood around the table. Tamara’s face flushed slightly, but she didn’t seem embarrassed, more like she was caught in the middle of something playful.

Marcus sat, the table set with food and candles. "Well hello there Mrs. Mancini, would you like some wine?" I smile nodding. "I would like something else that tastes sweet and something bitter Master." He laughs, looking at me. "Do you ever get enough, Kitty?" Do I? I don't know how to answer that, I want to say yes, but I know that would be a lie. "How can I get enough Master, when you are a poison I need to live, every touch, every look, every whisper, pulls me closer to you." He smiles, pointing at my seat.

I tilted my head to read the spine of the book nearest to her. "The Complete Works of Lord Byron." "Byron was a scandal in his time," she said with a small smile. "All that passionate poetry and romantic drama." "Sounds exhausting." She laughed, and the sound made something warm unfurl in my chest. "You would say that. You probably prefer your emotions filed alphabetically and color-coded." "Hey," I protested, though I was fighting a smile. "I have emotions. They're just very well organized." "Mmm." She pretended to consider this seriously. "And where exactly do you file 'attraction to the help'?"