Forced Proximity Romance Books Novels & Stories

The walk to the bookshop felt endless and too short at the same time. Sloane’s body was still buzzing from that kiss at the restaurant, her lips tingling, her thighs sticky with how wet she’d gotten just from his hand on her leg under the table. Callum walked close beside her, their arms brushing every few steps. Every touch made her stomach flip harder. What the hell am I doing? Following a man I met three hours ago to his closed shop? I should go home. I should—

“Easy, Chloe. We’re safe in here.” My heart pounds wildly. His thumb resumes its slow stroking, but now it brushes along the sensitive underside of my breast. His forearm rests heavily against the soft swell of my chest. I’m not wearing a bra under the thin shirt, and the close contact makes my body react on its own — my nipples pebbling into tight peaks. One presses unmistakably into his arm. We both stay silent. I hope he ignores it and blames the cold if he notices.

I leaned forward, closing the last inch between us, and our lips met in a slow, heated kiss, one that lingered, deepened, and left my breath uneven as the world seemed to fall away. I moaned against his lips as I ground myself against him, feeling his hardness press against my core. “Rox…fuck, you have no idea what you're doing to me.” He muttered. “Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing.” I climbed higher until I was sitting directly on his face, my soaked heat facing his mouth. “Shit! You're dripping.” He gripped my ass with both hands as I grinded down on him, feeling his mouth lick my wetness and curl inside my entrance.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her scent—that intoxicating mix of vanilla and gunpowder—filling his senses and drowning out the hum of the jet engines. "Then we don't play by his code," she whispered, her lips brushing against the pulse point in his neck. "We bring the new world to the old. If they won't respect the Donna, they will learn to fear the monster." The Gravity of Proximity Roman’s hands found her waist, his fingers digging into the silk of her robe. In the confined space of the jet, thousands of miles from any support, the world felt like it had shrunk to just the two of them. The "forced proximity" of the flight was doing things to his head, stripping away the Don and lea

“I’m here. I have got you.” I try to look away, try to focus on the letters, on the evidence, but the heat of the room, the proximity of his body, and the lingering scent of him make it impossible. My pulse races, a frantic drum in my chest, betraying every attempt I make at composure. I clutch the letters tighter, trying to anchor myself to something tangible, anything other than him. But he doesn’t move away. He stays close, just close enough that the warmth of his chest, the faint scent of his skin, brushes against me every time he shifts.

She let out the faintest whimper and Francis felt heat surge through him, tightening low in his stomach. His hand slid from her face down the column of her throat, feeling her pulse leap under his fingertips, then lower to cup the gentle swell of her breast through her soft cotton blouse. A soft moan vibrated in her throat and she pressed closer, her own hands tangling in the hair at his nape. He broke the kiss, both of them breathing raggedly. He pressed his lips to the frantic pulse at the base of her throat, sucking gently, branding her. “You have to be good while I’m gone.”

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“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

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it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.