Flirty Forty Novels & Stories

I exhaled shakily, running a hand through my hair. “Cheryl, you can’t love me.” Her expression darkened. I swallowed hard and forced myself to say the words. “This party—this entire fucking night—is just a reminder of what we are. “I’m forty. You’re twenty. When I’m sixty, you’ll still be young and sexy. I’ll be old, wrinkled, and bitter. And you’ll regret choosing me. “One day, you’ll want someone your age—someone who can give you what you need.”

Sierra’s POV 17 years ago. Flint’s icy gaze is piercing, even from across the crowded Italian bar. Our gazes lock, and he smirks. It’s enough to make me want to toss everyone out of the way, let him lift me onto the scarred wooden surface and fuck me right here with an audience. Sexual napalm. Being round him is like an explosion in my loins. At twenty-eight, I had no idea a smirk from a man could cause my body to catch fire, until I started sleeping with Flint.

he said, raising a finger. “what now ?” “let's be friends”. “no” she snapped. “fine”. he raised his two hands in surrender “that only means i won't stop flirting with you”. “what ?” “yeah,and trust me i love it”. he winked and stood up. “are you blackmailing me？” “call it whatever you like”. “fine”. she stood up as well “i accept”. “that's so sweet”. he smiled. “Whatever” she rolled her eyes.

“You misunderstand my intentions. I am here for business. I merely paid a compliment to the beautiful lady.” “She's a child.” “I’m eighteen,” Riley said, chin lifted. “I’m certain you’re older than thirty.” He smiled at her, predatory and wolf-like. “Thirty-three actually.” He leaned his elbow on the table, closer to her. “But it is very rude to ask a gentleman his age, Riley.” Lizzie leaned in, whispering near my ear, “He’s flirting with her.” Alex heard it from her other side. “I find it disturbing,” he muttered.

Dumping the suitcase and shopping bags, he looked at me. “I’m waiting, Cerelia! Show me your skills.” I gaped at him for a second. Wouldn’t he count? “Umm, how many do you want?” He laughed and shrugged. “Not less than forty-two!” “What?” My eyes went round with horror. Did he count every item already? “Yes, babe! So start!” He stood there with his eyes hooked on me. Shyness gripped me and took baby steps toward him. His eyes took in every move of mine and I felt acutely aware of myself. How would I kiss him forty-two times?

Charlotte felt a tickle in her heart, and unable to resist, she leaned back in her seat, turning to face him. "Not yet." "What are we then?" She pretended to think seriously for a moment and said, "More than friends but less than lovers." Griffith furrowed his brows, pondering this new concept. Charlotte turned around, rested her hand on his shoulder, and said, "Actually, this stage is the most fun." "Fun?" he said. "Explain." "We’re at the flirting stage!" She blinked at him, saying in a low voice, "We sleep together, eat together, bathe together. Then, once we're out the door, we're strangers!"

Ryan said confidently, “I’ll only be 28 years old after two years. Well, I’m a guy. At that age, that’s when a guy is the most charming. How can I be hasty when you aren’t in a rush?” “...” That infuriating tone. Freya rolled her eyes angrily. “Oh, it’s amazing just because you’re a man. However, let me warn you of this. If you wrong me in any way, I’ll definitely not forgive you. You’re not allowed to flirt or date other women.”