Romans & histoires Best Closed Door Romance Books

he asked, turning to me. I snatched the book from him and returned it back on the shelf. “That stuff is erotic romance.” “Erotic romance? More like porn on a page.” “Or it’s hot sex with an engrossing storyline, but whatever.” I paused in the doorway. “I’m going to shower. And don’t get any ideas,” I added at the glint in his eyes. “There’s a lock on the door.” I stormed into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I quickly started the shower and stripped off, leaving my workout clothes in a heap on the floor.

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

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I wanted to kiss him again so badly, and I could barely get my key into the door. I finally slid it in, the door unlocked, and the door swung open easily. I turned to look back at him, and his hand came to my cheek, pulling me into a kiss. I stood in the doorway, my knees turning to Jell-O as he pushed his lips into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, losing myself to his kiss.

The thought of Callum being held in place is a powerful aphrodisiac. I lead him in through the key-card activated door, and down the hallway to my room. Thankfully, the Uber driver parked where I’d been picked up earlier, which is a short distance from my room. Something I’m grateful for more so now than earlier, because my mind is racing with what Callum’s reactions might be to my various tools. Particularly the ones made out of suede and outfitted with little “whips.” Oh, you’ll be tons of fun, Callum. I tug on his lapels, feeling him lag a little. Obediently, he picks up his pace. Once we reach my door, I swipe my keycard over the lock and we slip into room 273.

He said to me ferociously. I took two steps to my right, as he was thwarting my way, then I walked forward toward the door. I was in a hurry to get away from him, that when I reached the door I quickly opened and walked in. I took a deep breath, then I turned, holy crap, there were five interviewers and their eyes were widened by the sight of me. For a moment there I had forgotten about my negligée, I kept dragging my dress down, hoping it would touch my knees, but that was a dream.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

The foyer was grand, with a sweeping staircase and chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds. She followed Robin through the house, her heart pounding harder with every step. He led her to the kitchen, a sleek, modern space with a marble counter that gleamed under the soft lighting. His parents were out, he’d mentioned casually, leaving the house empty except for the two of them. Jasmine’s nerves spiked. This was a mistake. She should have just let the book go. Robin opened a drawer and pulled out her book, holding it up with a flourish. “Here you go. Pride and Prejudice. First edition. Just as you described.”

I ran to the romance shelf first and started checking from side to side and I still did not see anything. I sighed in confusion because I had thought that I was going to see the clue in the romance section. I went to the section for fantasy books and I kept checking each side of a book, my eyes caught on a very attractive cover and I smiled before pulling it out. The cover was so beautiful and I read the title, 'Curse Of The Wolves'. It was written by my favorite author in the world, Jane Doe. I had read all of her books and all are a masterpiece and I had no doubt that the one I held in my hands was going to be a great read as well.