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No, it’s because he texted and said he was bringing Josh with him, the man I’ve secretly been in love with for as long as I can remember. My parents had me late in life—what they lovingly call a happy accident—so my brother is twelve years older than me, and Josh is the same age. That makes him a thirty-one to my nineteen. That’s not weird, I remind myself, and if I’m being honest, I don’t care even if it is. There’s something about Josh that just drives me crazy. He often comes for visits when Josh is in town, and I vividly remember all the times he would spend the night over here after I turned eighteen, and how I would fuck myself until my pussy was sore, screaming his name into my pillow

Perfect for me to wolf out, but not as attractive to pack wolves I’d thought. The next thing I knew, he was climbing out of my window like a regular Romeo even though my man had to be late 30’s or maybe even 40. Not that he looked it, of course. If my memory serves me correctly, he had kids my age. Shit! He had kids my age! I hadn’t even considered the age difference. Werewolves were blessed with long life spans and slowed aging. He could pass for 30. An incredibly alluring 30. I didn’t ask his exact age. Frankly, I didn’t want to know the exact age gap. I decided to conveniently ignore it. To outsiders, he’d look older than me by 10 years, maybe. And that was acceptable, right? Maybe not fo

That maybe, just maybe, she was never really interested in having those conversations with him. For all he knew, she could be chatting with Ryan right now, ‘the fun guy’ He rolled away, curling slightly toward the edge of the bed. Ada didn’t seem to notice. He closed his eyes, telling himself it was just a bad night. That tomorrow would feel better. But somewhere deep down, he knew that what he wanted from her might never be something she was willing to give. What he didn’t know was why! Was he not good enough? Was it the age difference? Did she not find him worthy of a life together anymore? T. B. C!

And the most dangerous part of all was how easily he made me forget that he was just the cook. Victor, my husband was much older than I was. He was in his late forties, while I was in my early thirties. It hadn’t been a love marriage. I had been pushed into it by my parents for his wealth, and I had accepted it because survival had sounded better than rebellion. Back then, I hadn’t thought I had much of a choice. My father had made sure of that.

he murmured against her neck, slowing his thrusts to a torturous pace. Elena hesitated, then opened up as pleasure and deep emotion mixed together. “My marriage has been dead for years. Cold and lonely as hell. I felt invisible every single day… until you showed up. You make me feel alive again, Marcus. Desired. Wanted. Seen.” Marcus kissed her deeply, thrusting slower but harder, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the room. “I’ve fantasized about you for so fucking long. Since the very first lecture. I used to jerk off thinking about you in those tight skirts, imagining exactly what you’d sound like moaning my name.”

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.

He cared deeply and dangerously. But the reality was a cold splash of water. She was twenty-three. He was twenty-eight. Five years difference, not a vast chasm, but a significant one at their stages of life. He was a Kapoor, his path paved with both privilege and immense, unforgiving scrutiny. Aneet was young. She was just beginning her journey, her career a fragile seedling needing light and care. She didn’t have privileges, no soft landing, no powerful family name. Life wouldn’t cushion her if she fell and loving him meant stepping into a world that ate people alive. He didn’t want to stain her sunshine with his storms.

“I don’t know. Crazy part is… you’re 18, I’m 26. That’s a scary age gap.” Ariana shrugged. “I know. But everyone knows about Donatella and Mikhail; their age gap is there too.” Alexei shook his head. “That’s different, Ari. Their marriage was arranged. Ours isn’t. You know the difference.” Ariana frowned, thinking. “Okay… what if we wait till I’m 20 before we say it out?” Alexei nearly choked.

He looked at her with a swollen face "I'm not that old... Well leave it, can you tell me how much age difference should be between you and your future life partner?" She was enjoying bouillabaisse, she answered him without looking at him "One or two years will be fine, but it will be even better if we have a similar age." RK didn't like her answer at all, because he was ten years older than her. On the other hand, Rohan Randhwa was also didn't like her answer because he was six years older than her. They both sighed in disappointment.

I tell and she looks at me as if I have grown two heads. "Are you serious right now. I am a 32 year old woman getting married to a 24year old man and you tell me to relax. Have you calculated the age difference,8years Jane, that is the difference. What if he wakes up one day and decides not to marry me because I am too old for him and runs off with someone younger...." there she goes with her rants about her insecurities. Erica met Jace in a cafe where he worked in Texas. He was only nineteen by then and you could clearly see she was smitten by him.