Closed Door Romance Books Novels & Stories

' His tone held warmth, lingering in the doorway before he retreated with a nod, leaving her in the room's embrace. Liora closed the door, leaning against it as the evening's weight settled. She shed the damp remnants of her outfit, the fabric pooling at her feet like shed illusions. Stepping into the bathroom, she twisted the faucet, steam rising in welcoming curls. The water enveloped her, hot streams tracing paths down her shoulders, easing knots of tension from her muscles. As suds foamed under her hands, her mind drifted to the kiss—the way Riven's lips had commanded yet cherished, a stark elevation over Thorne's mechanical affections.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

"I was wrong, James. Please let me go." Just then, a rough and masculine voice resounded from outside. "Emily Hill! Don't think that I don't know that you're hiding here! How dare you seek out another man after spending my money, you bitch." The newcomer was the son of a factory owner in town. He kicked the door open, frowning when he laid eyes upon the scene. "I didn't know you liked to mess around with another man's woman, Captain Wesley. "Aren't you afraid of your reputation being dragged through the mud if this gets out? You're about to be married soon.

The door was unlocked! He paused. Asher won't be back till around 01: AM. Then who is… Gulping down, his heart slamming, he silently pushed the door open and his hand flew to the light switch on the wall then turned the lights on. He was unsure whether to be relieved or not when he saw Brittany stretching seductively on his bed like a lazy cat, wearing nothing but a sexy bra and lingerie. “Brittany!” He got angry, “What the hell are you…”

The thought of Callum being held in place is a powerful aphrodisiac. I lead him in through the key-card activated door, and down the hallway to my room. Thankfully, the Uber driver parked where I’d been picked up earlier, which is a short distance from my room. Something I’m grateful for more so now than earlier, because my mind is racing with what Callum’s reactions might be to my various tools. Particularly the ones made out of suede and outfitted with little “whips.” Oh, you’ll be tons of fun, Callum. I tug on his lapels, feeling him lag a little. Obediently, he picks up his pace. Once we reach my door, I swipe my keycard over the lock and we slip into room 273.

Joy was all that filled me to the brim as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting the fragrance wash over me. My dream had come true, and it was no one else but the Alpha's son. I was his fated mate. I almost squeaked so loudly as I skidded forward, my hair bouncing behind me as I let out a delighted giggle, ready to run into his arms for protection and safety. Nothing else mattered at that moment but to open that door and meet my fated mate from the moon goddess, the one that was going to end my sufferings. I started to tap on the door but paused the moment I began to hear different voices. I couldn't wait any longer as I twisted the knob. The door was unlocked, so I pushed it wide

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"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

However, the door was locked when I turned the knob, which was… interestingly suspicious. Not wanting to go back to my laptop, I decided to head to his room instead. He wasn’t home, yet I found myself hesitating before I pushed the door open and slipped inside. His scent hit me instantly, and for a second, I stood in one spot, eyes closed as I inhaled deeply. And then I forced my eyes open when I realized how fucking weird that was. Alaric’s bedroom was minimalist—dark walls, clean lines and not a single item out of place. A large bed with white sheets and a black bed frame sat in the middle of the room, flanked by black nightstands.