Boss Romance Novels & Stories

She looks at him, probably a worried expression painted on her face, but then all he does is smile and unzip it all the way down as he whispers “Don't worry babe.” Rosa is biting her lower lip as the dress is slipping from her body and she clings onto Arnold's bare upper body. She instantly realises what a wrong decision it is because at the contact of their skin, the heat ignites even more and spreads. Where his hand passes through sets Rosa's skin on fire wanting even more. She's embarrassed and she just wants to be close to him therefore she presses her lips onto his and he responds just as passionately. They both pull away for a few seconds to breathe and then she remembers why the Pack

Hovering over her he placed gentle kisses on her neck and breasts to make her relax. Leaning down he lifted her top slightly up exposing her belly, he trailed his fingers slowly on her body, teasing her more. Rose inhaled heavily it was torture for her, first of all it was totally new for her and she had no idea how to deal with all these feelings and her devil boss was hell bent on tormenting her more... Damian slowly pulled her top overhead leaving her in black bra, he placed wet kisses from her chest to her lower part making her clutch on the sheets tightly.

A heart that Bruce had trampled on, then tossed aside like trash. It’d been six months ago, but not to Sara. To her, Bruce's betrayal might as well as have been yesterday. She’d kept her love affair with Bruce from Scott, because he and Bruce had no love lost between them; they’d been rivals and enemies for years and Scott had never hidden his hatred toward the other man. Which explained why Bruce had targeted her in the first place. He’d gone after Sara to get back at Scott when Scott had gotten a business deal he wanted. His plan had worked and Sara had fallen for his declaration of love, and promises of a future together.

For a heartbeat, I thought she would, but then her body loosened, and her mouth parted against mine, answering. That tiny surrender wrecked me. I deepened it, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, keeping her right there, tasting the heat I knew she’d give me if I just pushed hard enough. She made a sound of half protest, half need and it was the sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard. When I finally pulled back, she was breathless, staring at me like I’d just ripped the ground out from under her. Her lips were red, swollen. Her chest was rising fast.

When you were facing a witch, you shouldn’t be alone, because when you faced them, you would need a distraction and was really a great disadvantage of him. “What do you want to do now, my king?” Cosmo asked, as she stradled Liam and sat on his laps, she wrapped her arms around his neck, as she came closer to him and licked his ear. “What? You can’t say anything right now? Do you want to have fun with me?” Cosmo then proceeded to do whatever she wanted to do with Liam, as she tore his clothes, which showed his built body. “This will be fun,” she whispered to his ear.

Stephen asked him. "Of course! We met before at the amusement park and he introduced Bea to me as his fiancé. Aren't the two of them a perfect match? What can you tell them?" Sofia promised her husband and he walked on her arm. Bea kept her eyes on the lady's hand but Stephen immediately removed her hand that was holding her. "I'm happy to see you again on this special occasion. By the way, happy birthday, please forgive me for this little gift." Bea said politely to them as she handed Robin a gift.

The beast stirred. Roberta noticed the change. “You’re distracted,” she said one night, tracing the scar on his knuckle—the one from a Montreal winter when brass knuckles met ice. They were on her balcony, the city a constellation of lights below. “Talk to me, Vito.” He wanted to. God, he wanted to. Instead, he kissed her, slow and deliberate, tasting wine and worry. “Just ghosts,” he murmured against her mouth. “Old debts.”

"What's this nonsense? A fake, I bet. How can this be Rachel? Betsy, have you been bribed by Chris? This is fake, isn't it?" Betsy, looking defiant, replied, "What are you talking about? This is the footage my friend sent me from the fixed surveillance. It can't be wrong and it sure can't be fake!" "Well, it's wrong then! Look again, that's Rachel in it!" Betsy snatched the phone back. "You're right. That's Rachel! So that means Rachel is the one who's cheating! Look at what she's wearing—doesn't that match what was on the sofa?"

The lights along the pier flipped on as the sun completely set, the clouds streaking in strips along the purple and orange tones. Dropping my hands, she brought hers to cover her mouth. “What are you doing?” She whispered. I searched inside my pocket, grabbing the small box from Cartier I’d bought a month ago, holding it with both my hands in front of her. “I love you, Kelsey. You make me want to be a better man. You’re selflessly growing our babies, and are always giving all of yourself to everyone anyone who needs help, including our families. Let’s start our lives together, not only as a couple, but as our own family.” Opening the small box, it revealed a princess cut diamond on a white g

She was wearing a very revealing sexy red silk sheer blouse, over a black pencil skirt with stiletto heels — bright candy apple red lipstick in the same shade of her bright red top that exposed her boobs. Bo-mi took one last measured look at Ross, saying. "Whoever she is, she must be happy with you," she said, then snickering. "So tell me, honey, all about her? Or are you shopping for yourself?" She said, chewing on a piece of gum. "Lord, no! It's..it's for my wife." Ross said, stuttering, almost at a loss for words. This place was a far cry from Bloomingdales in New York.