Just A Kiss Book Novels & Stories

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

Aria whispered, flushing. Kade leaned in close, scent of leather and sage all around her. “You look hot surrounded by books,” he muttered against her ear. And before she could answer, he dropped a warm kiss to her lips—slow, unapologetic, like he owned her mouth. She gasped, stunned, but he only winked, handed her the bag, and tossed her a look over his shoulder as he walked out like he didn’t just light her skin on fire. “Don’t forget to eat, princess.”

In a second, Joshua was standing there with his short that revealed his bludge and a singlet that showed his physic. Joshua, welcomed him in with a smile. "Thank you for—" Stanley leaned forward stealing his word with a kiss. They stood at the door way, sucking each other lips as if there both lives depended on it. Stanley, dragged his waist closer, there both erection meeting each other's. Hard and firm. Joshua, escaped the kiss, going down his knee. He dragged down Stanley trouser, gulping hard on his 8 inches dick. In and out. Stanley, moan filled the room, calm and romantic. He held Joshua head and demanded for more and more of what he was doing.

After dumping the glass, I dialed Kim. “Hey, lady.” “Ohmigod.” “What?” she asked. “You’re never going to guess what just happened.” I filled her in on my entire night, including details about Austin “Booker” Carver. “He just showed up and then gave you a mind-blowing kiss?” I nodded and realized she couldn’t see me. “Yes. Two,” I said… well, whispered with breathy desire is probably a better description. “Maybe three.” “And he’s like a biker dude?”

he whispered. Her breath trembled. “Together?” He leaned closer, voice rough, low. “Always.” And when their lips met, it wasn’t gentle. It was fire meeting fire memory, love, fury, and fate colliding in one impossible spark. The kiss burned through the air, the rain, the silence, until it felt like even the world outside was holding its breath. When they finally broke apart, Justina pressed her forehead to his. “The truth isn’t done with us,” she murmured. “It never is.”

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

“Just... one kiss.” Reluctantly, I leaned down and pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to her lips. I intended it to be quick, just a way to comfort her, but she didn’t pull away. She deepened the kiss, and I was too stunned to react at first. That’s when I heard the door open.

crossed out. A smile crept onto my face and I pursed my lips together, why do I feel like my heart is on the verge of bursting with joy? I came across the book I had read back then, the same one from the night Kai made ramen for me. Why had he kept it hidden? Memories flooded back, particularly the night when I had kissed him while he was asleep. Desiring to relive that moment, I opened the book to the same page and began reading. My chuckles persisted as every word on the page reminded me of that sweet, impulsive kiss I had planted on him. And as I turned the page…

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

“Hey, that’s ok. You want to try that again, only a little slower?” Before she had a chance to answer, Alex started kissing her, slowly moving his hands down her back, gently pulling her closer. It had been so long since she had felt this kind of passion from a man. Passion that had been building up for weeks, or maybe it was a lifetime. She pulled away from him and tried to breathe. “I really am sorry,” she held up the envelope. “These are contracts from Prelude Press. They bought the book! I guess I got so excited, I just had to kiss somebody, and you just happened to be there and...”