Best Closed Door Romance Books Novels & Stories

He asked coldly. "Oh uhm, here's the books I've borrowed." As Hino handed the books, Noru quickly closed the door and got back to Toma. "That was Hino, right?" "Yeah." "…I thought you were going out with that guy?" Noru carried Toma all the way to his bed and laid him down. "I've got nothing to do with that guy anymore." Noru stated. "Something happened?"

Book 3: Silken Whispers Riley Pov The soft lighting in the private suite felt different tonight — warmer, more intimate, with silk scarves draped over the furniture and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. I stood in the center of the room, heart racing, wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard against the fabric.

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

If anything, she held him closer. Edwin’s bedroom was dimly lit by firelight when he pushed the door open moments later. Arabella barely had time to take in the dark wood furnishings before Edwin kissed her again. Slower this time. More reverent. Like he was savoring her. “You are so beautiful” he murmured underneath her skin. Edwin lay Arabella on his bed, as he continued to kiss every inch of her body. His lips f trailed soft kisses on her neck then her bosom her making her moan his name in pleasure.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Nikolai stepped fully into the room, his shoes silent on the floor as he closed the door behind him with a soft click. The sound made my stomach flip. He stood there for a minute, his eyes devouring my pussy. The wetness between my legs was almost embarrassing and I immediately pulled out the dildo and closed my leg. I still couldn’t look that desperate in his eyes, even though I’d been giving him the green light for weeks now. Even though all I wanted was for him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk straight.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

“I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him” “Then they’ll know”. She closed her books, kept them on the desk beside her bed and went to sleep.