Cheating Second Chance Romance Books Novels & Stories

He kept riding me as my body hummed with aftershock. “You love me babe, right?” he nibbled my earlobe. “Yes…Yes I do…I love you Asher…so much…” I bit my lips, sobbing, completely conquered by his love-making skills. He let out a small sigh of relief and bent down to kiss me. “I know you do. I love you too. More than you can imagine.” I covered my eyes and shook my head. His throbbing cock was still inside of me. This was cheating! “Now are you ready to come again? Wait for me this time.”

Daisy The world was still spinning from my orgasm when Enrique lifted his head. His mouth glistened with me, his lips curved into a sinful smirk that made my stomach twist with equal parts embarrassment and desire. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice raw. I swallowed hard, still trembling, but some deep part of me, the reckless, hidden part, whispered that I wanted more. Needed more. I reached for him, my fingers brushing his jaw, and whispered, “Then show me.”

"You're exactly like her. She pretended to love me too. She played the perfect partner too. And then I found out she was sleeping with my business partner, stealing company secrets, planning to destroy me from the in side. So forgive me if I don't take your protestations of love seriously." That has nothing to do with me—" "It has everything to do with you! Because it taught me people lie. Manipulate. They'll say and do anything to get what they want. And what you want is access to my money through this convenient pregnancy." "I want you! I want us! I want—" My voice breaks completely. "Well, you can't have me. Or us. There is no us. There never really was. Just a fantasy I allowed myself to

Sloane asks, voice sharp. Oh honey, if only you knew. “No. Not really. It was really nice to meet you, Sloane.” I extend a shaky hand. My fingertips brush against the diamond stud of the ring when she takes my hand. I should yank it off her and tell her what a cheating jerk she's marrying. Cheating hot jerk, nonetheless. But I say nothing. I just let it simmer. Cassian has gone rigid, a thousand yard stare lighting his eyes. Like he's…disconnected.

My stomach twists painfully. “What prophecy?” I ask quietly. Elder Miriam looks between Maverick and me with pure fear in her eyes. Then slowly… she begins speaking. “Centuries ago,” she says weakly, “there existed a bond so rare that wolves believed it to be a myth.” The room becomes deathly quiet. “A second chance mate bond,” she continues. “Not given for love… but for fate.” A cold chill crawls down my spine. Maverick’s jaw tightens beside me.

Her eyes closed for just a second and her shoulders relaxed like the tension was slowly easing up. Then I kissed her. She kissed me back, harder this time. Her hands were in my shirt and mine were in her hair. When the folder hit the floor somewhere, neither of us cared even a little. It got so hot quickly like it always did with her. She made a soft sound against my mouth and that was it. I was done being careful. My hands were under her blazer, her fingers were gripping my collar, she was up on the edge of the desk, and I was between her knees, and the whole room had gotten about ten degrees warmer.