Books For Adults Romance Novels & Stories

He was the best father in the world. "Thank you, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "And sleep well like a baby." She called out as Julian walked into the island house. Tessa let out a light chuckle. "You bother him too much." "That old man." Maribel smiled. "I know he likes Bianca, but just pretending not to. He doesn't want me to know that an old man like him is involved in romance." Tessa chuckled again. "He's not in any way close to old, Bel."

My body clenches around nothing, and I whine, my hips lifting instinctively, seeking more. Asher chuckles, his breath warm against my ear. "Greedy girl," he murmurs. Then his fingers are there, pressing against my abused hole, and I moan as he pushes inside, his touch gentle compared to the others. "You took them so well," he praises, his voice a dark caress. "My perfect little bride." I turn my head, my lips finding his in a desperate, bruising kiss. His cock is hard against my thigh, and I reach for it, my fingers wrapping around his length. "Please," I whisper against his mouth. "I need you too."

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull the blanket up to her chin. “Story,” she demands softly, eyes already drooping. I smile. “You don’t ask. You order.” She grins, entirely unashamed. I reach for the book she picked earlier, a soft-covered children’s romance about a brave princess and a gentle knight who travel across kingdoms to find each other again. I hadn’t thought much of it when she chose it. Now I wonder if children instinctively gravitate toward truths adults try to avoid. I begin reading, my voice calm, warm, steady.

She lived a few blocks away, in a messy studio with her cat, and we grabbed lunch whenever we could. Work that morning dragged. I shelved romance novels, the kind with shirtless guys on the covers, and wondered if Mark and I would ever get that steamy. Our honeymoon in the mountains had been sweet—hiking, cuddling by the fire—but nothing wild. I wasn't complaining; I loved the quiet moments. But sometimes, flipping through those books, I felt a little spark of curiosity. What if? Anyway, by noon, I was out the door, weaving through the bustling streets to the cafe.

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

What is going to win love or hate? this book contains CEO Romance, love, family, friendship, violence and mature content read at your own risk

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

"I kind of have this thing. I don't really go out with guys my own age." "Now that I find it really hard to believe." "I don't know what it is. Young guys, they just... They don't know how to... How to make love or how to make a woman feel good." His eyebrows shot up, surprise mingling with desire in his stare. "I really wasn't expecting that." "I'm just speaking frankly." "I mean, that's all right. We're all adults here, right?" "Right." She stepped closer, her voice dropping, heart pounding as she pointed at her tits, the gesture bold and unapologetic. "I've seen the way you've looked at these."

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

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.