Flirting With Forever Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

I almost rolled my eyes. “And you…” she paused. “You seem fun.” Something about that made my stomach clench again. “But fun and permanent aren’t the same thing.” There it was. The real reason for this conversation. I folded my arms loosely across my chest. “Are you trying to warn me?” Claire smiled. “No,” she said lightly. “I’m trying to save you unnecessary embarrassment.” Ouch. “I know Adrian,” she continued, voice calm and almost sympathetic. “He gets carried away sometimes. Especially when there’s chemistry involved. But eventually…” She tilted her wine glass slightly. “He always comes back to what’s familiar.”

it was the people already seated. The king wasn’t there. But Klaus was. Kai sat across from him, looking relaxed and chatting with that girl he brought—Clara. She was laughing about something, carefree as if she didn’t just walk into a pit of wolves. There was something about her—wild, sharp, and fearless. The kind of girl who didn’t tiptoe around danger… she danced with it. I silently slid into the seat beside Clara, keeping my expression calm while a maid appeared and began serving my food.

The silk bit just enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere. Finished, he moved behind me. My breathing turned shallow, erratic. “Bend over, Claire,” he murmured low against my ear, voice like dark honey. “Hands on the sofa. Ass toward me.” “Yes, Mr. King.” I folded forward at the waist, palms pressing into the soft cushion, back arched, ass presented fully to him. I bit down hard on my lower lip, every nerve singing with anticipation. He stepped to my side. For a brief moment his palm settled on one cheek—warm, almost gentle—rubbing slow circles over the skin.

A smugful smile appeared on Claire's face as she smirked, "What's so special in that? She worked as a waitress before you married her. Of course, she would be good in these things." "After all, she worked at a five star restaurant where big names arrive everyday. She must have served all these people before." She added, her voice laced with arrogance. She intended to fill Harry's mind with disdain and disgust for Darcy. But, instead he looked down at her with a pair of eyes that showed 'One more word against my wife and I'll show you.' Claire clenched her hands angrily, but said nothing. She only wondered what was wrong with Harry today. Why was he ignoring her and seemed more worried about

“Not here,“ she thought, her heart racing. “Not in front of his entire family…“ Kingsley’s hand didn’t stop. His fingers caressed her thigh slowly, moving higher under the hem of her dress with teasing patience. Sara pressed her lips together, trying to maintain a calm, composed face as she nodded politely at something Eleanor was saying. Then Kingsley’s fingers slipped between her thighs. He gently parted them just enough and brushed his fingertips along her already damp folds. Sara’s eyes widened slightly, but she quickly schooled her features, pretending to listen attentively to the conversation. Kingsley leaned slightly closer to her, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “You’r

I worked slowly, carefully, forcing my hands to stay steady even as my pulse thundered. To reach the far side of the bandage, I had to step closer, between his knees. The realization came too late to retreat. His legs bracketed me easily, not trapping but close enough that every inch of space between us became deliberate. My fingers brushed his skin again, and the contact felt electric, a small, treacherous current that climbed my arm and settled somewhere under my ribs. “Your ex-husband,” Kingsley said suddenly, voice low and conversational, “had terrible taste in jewelry.”

You might win with a small scheme, but can you really win forever? Fear flooded Clarissa's eyes. Her emotions collapsed in an instant, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Seraphine, why are you destroying me?" Seraphine thought the question was ridiculous. "Clarissa, then why did you try to destroy Lorraine?" Clarissa choked on her words. Of course it was because pregnancy had made her life dull. She wanted excitement. Clifford had left her alone night after night. He was a bastard. He'd promised he'd love her forever, but reality had turned them into bitter enemies.

“Come on, it’s just a game.” “Don’t chicken out now.” Every instinct in me wanted to laugh it off. Make a joke. Refuse. Push the moment back into absurdity where it belonged. Instead I heard myself say, “I don’t… that’s not…” Not what? Not me? Not happening? Not okay? I didn’t even know. Clair touched my arm. “It’s one kiss, Clifford.” I turned to her, genuinely thrown. “You want me to kiss him?” She rolled her eyes in that effortless way she had when she thought I was overcomplicating something obvious. “I want you to stop acting like someone asked you to scale a mountain. It’s a game.”

CLAIRE He was Matthew Alaric Kingsley, the man I had rejected in high school because I loved Charles more back then. And now, he reappeared. Unbidden and suddenly in front of me, helping me. "What's going on with you, Claire?" That deep voice entered my ears like a high-speed train that unceremoniously woke me up from the dark, lightless room. Then his eyes descended to watch my belly. "Are you pregnant?" I shook my head weakly. "I used to be. But not anymore."

"Yeah, Mr Kingsley. It's your birthday, and we don't want to mess up anything." Claire nodded along, but Adrian's predatory gaze wasn't helping her at all. He was analysing her face the whole time, looking for any signs of a lie and that made her squirm in unease. "Fine," He clipped and suddenly stepped forward, making Claire immediately retreat as he invaded her personal space. "But I think you know your purpose for tonight." He reminded her. Claire curled her fists in anger as she nodded stiffly. "Yeah, I will be your main serv-"