Clean Regency Romance Novels & Stories

"Oh, no, no, no. Why are you doing this? You're cumming in me. Stop it." "We cumming simultaneously, baby, like we suppose to. It's a beautiful thing. I feel your tight pussy throbbing on my cock. You not ready for me to pull out yet. I gotta let you enjoy this a little longer until you completely done. How many times this be for you anyway, three or four?" Reggie asked, musing to himself how Christy, once a privileged white girl, well-kept by a young, successful husband, was now reduced to renting out a room in her home to a black man and getting fucked by him, because her inept husband couldn't manage money.

He hissed coldly, “CEO Zimmer, I can let your husband off the hook for disrespecting me.” “But you must agree to my one condition.” Mandy’s heart skipped a beat, but she still braced herself. “What’s your condition?” “It’s simple really, sign this contract.” Eddy pulled out a contract and threw it on the table. Everyone moved over to take a glance at it. They all gasped. “The Regency Enterprise Acquisition Contract.” The people present were no fools. They all immediately understood everything. There were only two protagonists that night in this banquet; Morgan Financial Group and Regency Enterprise. The rest were only background props.

I knew I wouldn't escape, so I stared at him coldly. But he mistook my silence for a change of heart. He asked, "What's wrong? Regretting your actions? Ready to properly apologize to Naomi?" I coughed up blood. "I do regret it. I regret being with—" I regretted being with him. Before I could finish, I collapsed to the ground. As my vision faded, I faintly saw someone rushing toward me in a panic.

All the things that happened, all of that, Regi made sure that he would win. In disbelief, look what that woman will do. "Of course my sugar daddy. You are mine." After saying that without wasting much time Regi immediately returned to attack Gerand with what he thought. Oral sex, no problem. Whatever Regi will do for the victory he thinks of. All that just needs sacrifice and struggle and real movement. Thus Gerand is nothing more than a foolish man more than anything! "Fucking, deeper honey," said Gerand between his sighs. Damn, Regi was not as innocent as Gerand thought. That woman can do anything. It's just that dhe can't lose either.

I turn back into the spray and rinse the conditioner from my hair, scrubbing extra hard to remove any traces of last night. For some reason I allowed myself to believe I'd move to San Francisco and be entitled to a sweet and happy future with my vacation fling. I was delusional thinking this was some kind of fairytale where we'd get married and I'd get those two point five kids behind a white picket fence. Shit like that does not happen in real life. Not in my life. No. In real life you get promoted and leave a great boss in a city you love. Move across the country to work for an asshole and learn your soulmate is taken, by a tall beautiful redhead. I roll my eyes at myself over the thought

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

I hope they've settled down to something. My walk was sluggish and each step small. Honestly, I didn't want to go back up. I want to see that green-eyed heartbreaker. I want to hold her. I want to touch her curved. I want to taste her lips. I want to run my hands between her legs and cup her pu— 'Okay, okay, I need to stop you right there, lover boy.' My wolf snapped, blocking my thoughts. I stood in my spot and closed my eyes. Ron is right. I do not have to think about her. She's a gold digger.... And she's that pervert alpha's girlfriend now.

“You clean up nicely too, Mr. Carter.” His smirk returned. “Careful. I might spend the whole evening showing off.” “Please do,” she replied. “I’d hate for all this effort to go to waste.” He laughed quietly. And together, they walked toward the waiting car. The driver opened the door, and they slipped into the back seat side by side. The city lights stretched ahead. The gala waited. Alexander. Victoria. Old wounds. New feelings. And somewhere in the middle of it all. Them. Amelia adjusted her clutch in her lap and looked ahead.

" As long as Caspian lived, I feared no price. Thus, I went to see King Aurelius. I asked for a royal marriage decree for Caspian and Amelia. I knew his three regrets. He had written them himself in his personal notes [Regretted marrying Evelyn Frostwood. Regretted not resisting his parents' arrangement. Regretted failing to save Amelia.] Now the first regret was already resolved. Was it not? I left the palace with the decree and walked straight to him. Caspian looked at me as if I had finally gotten what I wanted, as if I had won. His hand reached for the scroll, ready to open it. I pressed my palm over his, stopping him. I kept my smile soft, almost gentle.

“It also doesn’t make me feel any better. You shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have also kissed me after. That was a shitty thing to do.” “I know, I know. I regretted everything after. I haven’t even been with any other woman apart from you since then.” “I don’t know what you want me to say, Adrian. Your explanation doesn't change the way I feel.” She tried to smooth the bed. “I know.” I nodded. “I'll get out of your hair for now.” I turned around and left the room. I went to my room to freshen up. I felt exhausted. I didn't sleep during the flight. I was too busy trying to get my business in order. I hadn’t gotten any sleep in more than 24 hours.