Romans & histoires Closed Door Romance

Not the thrill of being seen, not the ache of being touched. I closed my eyes tightly and breathed deep, willing the tremor out of my bones. Alexander still thought I was Clara, his once meek housemaid turned resentful ghost. And I needed it to stay that way, at least for now. He couldn’t know the truth. If he did, everything would collapse. A soft knock broke the silence. I turned, The door opened slightly, and there he was. Alexander Bologna. Storm-gray eyes shadowed by something unreadable. He didn’t come inside. He just stood there, one hand still on the door handle as if he is unsure he wanted to be here.

It was the only door open beside his bedroom at the end, and she didn't want to overstep by going in there without his permission. After relieving herself, Juliet began to walk back to the living room when her eye was drawn to the door on the opposite wall just before Matthew's bedroom. She wasn't sure how she had missed it on her way to the restroom, but it had her attention now. This door looked just like the others, but it only had a keypad above the handle. Curiosity drew her in, and she walked over to the door and ran her fingers over the keypad slowly. She desperately wanted to know what was behind a door that would require a combination to be entered.

Though we suffered a lot because of my decision, still, I felt lucky that I've come to realize my mistakes and we are able to get back together. Marco crashed his lips into mine and I kissed him back without hesitations. I loved his way of attacking my small cavern which I moaned in pleasure when he thrust his tongue against mine. I could only close my eyes to savor the enchanted feeling he was giving me. My fingers played with his hair while his hands roamed around my body. We were under a spell as we indulged with the kisses before he lifted me and carried me towards my room.

And i think it’s challenging because you three will have sex. I continue pleasuring my self when i heard a doorbell, maybe that was the pizza delivery. I grabbed the towel and roll it to my body and open the door. I saw a handsome guy in my door. my brows arched. Is he the pizza delivery he’s so handsome to become a pizza delivery then i think a playful game. I slowly let go of the towel that covering me. I saw how his dick stand up like his ready to enter my pussy. I grabbed his hands and lock the door. He immediately pinned me in the back of the door and kissed me. I kissed him back and my hands travel to his pants and removed it. Thank god that his wearing a large shirt so it’s easy to re

’ She thought as her eyes tears fall. As Loki went home. She only could rest on her bed to forgot everything from her ex and rolled her body side by side then fall asleep, while she kept holding a picture of her and Jen together. •• At a wee mansion of Louise Luthenberg, Louise cheerfully smiled and walked around in his room and sat to his soft couch. As he removed her leather black jacket, an ID card dropped on his floor and felt curious. He was surprised. ‘It was her.. My darling Loki.’

“What happens behind closed doors has never been up for discussion, but none of us are stupid.” That was a little more defensive. “Our nightlife has never crossed with our wholesome daytime family outings. Besides, I’m finalizing a rather messy divorce myself,” He settled back into his previous ease. “Gold-digging, lying, cheating bitch syndrome?” “Ding ding, we have a winner.” “And what is my prize?” “A dance. This is a good song.” I couldn’t argue. The song was slow, sultry, with a bass line that felt like a second heartbeat.

"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.

"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."

I took the elevators up to our floor and when I reached, I ran fast to my office but stopped when I noticed that Anthony’s office door was still open. I thought he had left already so it was surprising to see his door open. Unless he had left it open, or someone was in the office which was dangerous a this hour. I approached the door to close it only to find Anthony and Ida in a lip lock. My legs weakened, almost making me fall. I covered my mouth and my eyes teared up as I stared at them. Ida had her arms around his shoulders as her head moved, probably kissing deeper. My chest tightened and I took several steps backward.

He maneuvered her to collide with his body as he pushed against her, using their bodies to close the door so fast that her head spun and arousal shot through her like wildfire. He closed the door and then crowded her against it. Their bodies were pressed so close together that they fit perfectly, like two halves coming together. He nuzzled her neck and then kissed her lips, slowly, sweetly, holding her close. His roaming, exploring hands were gentle, but seductive in their caresses, making her squirm for more. Felicity shivered at the wonderful feeling of arousal and securityshe felt both when she was with him. She curled her arms around his neck, arching into him.