Closed Door Romance Authors Novels & Stories

I immediately asked. “Is there a reason why it can’t be?” He asked. I know so very well that it is weird. I am a married woman; why should I have closed-door meetings? “If you were a man, you wouldn’t be so worried, right? Do not tell me that even you think women should not and cannot do what men do.” He said, and he cornered me there. Closed-door meetings are common and standard in classified projects like this between businessmen. How do I do closed-door meetings with a man as flirty and sensual as Romano?

"Yes. Hi. You're Edward?" "That's me. Owner, manager, and occasionally the guy who fixes the broken coffee maker." He shook my hand. "Thanks for coming in. Want to take a walk around while we talk?" "Sure." He led me through the store, pointing out sections. "We're organized pretty traditionally. Fiction, non-fiction, young adult, children's. But we also have some specialty sections based on what sells well here." We turned a corner and I stopped. An entire wall dedicated to romance. And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

I hissed, my voice low and controlled, yet splintering beneath the surface. Clara blinked dramatically, “Wait… you know her?” She teased, cocking her head with a fake gasp. Laughter would have erupted from me if I hadn’t been the main character here.. This girl had no limit to her madness. Anna and I had hooked up last summer in New Jersey. It was fun until she started talking about wedding dresses and baby names. I ghosted the hell out of that situation and blocked her on everything. Judge me later.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Intriguing and suspense-filled. For more tales of dark romance fantasy, don't miss out on my other works: THE ALPHA'S THIRD MISTRESS under the author name BEST WRITES. MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEPBROTHER - A forbidden romance book. Follow Best Writes and Velvet Desires for more journies into the darker side of desire and dominance. Thank you for joining me on this adventure. Your next escape into fantasy awaits! Hoping to see you as we embark on another beautiful journey together.

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And what I saw through that opening made me freeze. He was there with the same guy from earlier. Too close. Too real. I didn’t need anyone to explain anything to me. My eyes widened slightly as I stood at the doorway. Donald was standing right there along the hallway room, his back pressed against the wall, while the other guy was on his knees in front of him, and the closeness between them said more than words ever could. He was sucking Donald's thick cock and he seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.

While her tongue worked on my tip, her hands moved around my shaft. She suddenly let me out with a loud pop, flashed me a smile and then….. She took me in…All of my fucking inch. I was losing it. Especially at the wet, sloppy sounds that echoed around the room. “Yeah, just like that baby” The words barely made its way out of me. My eyes were shut in pleasure and my hand was guiding her head along in rhythmic bop. I was almost there. Suddenly, the door burst open. “What the fuck!!!” my roommate’s voice sliced through the air.

"Don't do this. We can talk—" "There's nothing left to talk about," I said, picking up my purse and walking to the door. I paused at the door and looked back at the ruin of the man I married. "This is your war, Damien," I said with a deathly calm. "Not mine."