Great Contemporary Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago. As if she hadn't just signed a contract to publicly date someone for the sake of revenge. Damien emerged alongside her, decked out in a midnight-blue suit that matched the storm brewing in his eyes. Without a glance in her direction, his hand instinctively reached for hers, and their fingers intertwined. The crowd erupted into a buzz of excitement. "Mr. Cole! Is this your new girlfriend?" "Miss Vale, any comment on the engagement rumor?" Stopping briefly, Damien adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and responded smoothly,

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

Camlo says, giving me a poke with his elbow. “No, I don’t “You totally do,” Ara pushes back. I let out a deep sigh. “Okay, yes, he’s a little, tiny bit attractive. He has an amazing stare, and the mixture of high-quality fragrance and old books is enough to drive me crazy.” They are grinning from ear to ear at me. “However, I am not interested in him. He is my new boss, and he is nearly twice my age.” Ara rolls her eyes. "What does that even mean, 'I am not attracted'?"

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Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

With a heavy sigh, I made my way to Lord Blackwood’s chambers. The room was quiet and empty, just like always. I moved through my usual routine dusting, polishing, making the massive bed with fresh sheets. Everything was in its place. The faint scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, masculine and intoxicating. I caught myself inhaling deeper than necessary, shame burning in my cheeks. Later in the kitchen, while the other maids chatted and prepared dinner, Greta suddenly spoke up. “His Lordship is away on business. He won’t be back for five days.”

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

Gwen I kept riding him, hips rolling and bouncing with growing desperation. Every time I sank down, his thick cock stretched me open so perfectly that a wet, filthy slap echoed through the hotel room. My breasts bounced heavily with the movement. Cedric’s hands stayed locked on my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh hard enough to bruise, guiding me, forcing me to take him deeper on every stroke. “Look at you,” he groaned, eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. “Princess of the Green Fields Kingdom, bouncing on her bodyguard’s cock like a needy little slut. Listen to how wet you are. Fucking dripping down my balls.”

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.