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I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

A moment passed, she tried to keep watching Axel's office to see if he typed anything onto his computer, he turned away from it to stare out the window just as another message flashed up on my screen. Rosa's body responded, she could feel herself getting wet as she read through the words on the screen, she slowly licked her lips nervously as a hot blush crept up my cheeks. “I want to bend you over your desk, lift that tight black skirt of yours and push my thick cock into your juicy pussy. Would you like that?”

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I opened the drawer to next to his desk and found a whole lot of girl under clothes. A whole load of bras and panties! He might as well start his own business with all of them. I ignored the dirty thoughts I was having and went over to his bookshelf which was filled with books. I went over to it and looked at the books. I was expecting mafia books and about guns and fighting but I found romance novels, fantasy and comedy books. I was really surprised. I shrugged and pulled a book from off the shelf. It was a romance novel called "Last Breath". I didn't have books in my room and I loved reading so I sat cross legged in the middle of the room and read.

With my phone dangling in my hand, my gaze moved slowly around the space until it landed on the study table by the window. There were stacks of books, notebooks with pens thrown into a ceramic mug shaped like a cartoon bear. Curiosity nudged at me and against my better judgement, I stood and walked over. The first thing I noticed was the genre of the books. It was Forbidden Romance. Smirking, I picked one up. The cover was dramatic; dark silhouettes, a man in a suit looming behind a woman who looked simultaneously terrified and intrigued. I almost laughed as I flipped it open. Within seconds, I was scanning lines that felt familiar, making me huff quietly.

He could smell her perfume, it was the first time he had noticed how sexual the scent was, as if was designed to attract men like a flower’s nectar attracts bees. Her face was coming nearer, her eyes connecting to his like limpets. Her mouth was ajar, her lips red like rubies. He descended the few inches which separated, his own mouth opening. They met, kissing passionately, tongues probing forward, exploring and teasing each other, their mouths trying to engulf the other, the lips both pressed together and moving around. His hands went lower over her ass cheeks, squeezing and cupping the round rump, as she too pulled him closer, her hands clamped together at the back of his neck.

I turn it over to see the cover, and my jaw drops. It’s a romance novel. A thick, spicy, explicit romance. A slow smile spreads across my face. I sink into the chair, clutching the book to my chest. I pressed the book against my chest, the hard edges of the cover digging into my skin. I didn't even look at the others on the shelf. I just needed this one. A tiny, wicked smirk pulled at my mouth as I slipped out of the room. It felt like a heist, a dirty little secret I was stealing from the shadows of this house.

My soul was a desert and you, my love, is an ocean I was searching so hard for. You is all I need to live..... Murmuring the last line, I closed down the last page of my novel and exhaled a gentle sigh. I never feel lonelier then I do after finishing a romantic novel. I swear they make love sound so dreamy in these books that my craving for a companion shoots up by like thousand times. I wonder if I would ever get to feel this "magical feeling." Men in these novels are so fanciful though- sweet, caring, understanding and so romantic. If only we could order men too on shopping sites. If it was possible, I would have got me a gentleman who is considerate, soft-spoken and chivalrous. Nothing li

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.