Just One Touch Pure Romance Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

To beg him to move his hand a little higher, to tease and massage one of those hard little points that longs for the attention of his fingers. Oh, God. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe that I'm standing in a fitting room in an insanely expensive gown and aching for Roman Everet to touch me. I can't believe that Roman Everet is touching me, that it's his finger gently grazing the underside of my breast. That is certainly not professional, no matter the arrangement between us.

The romance turns into a raw, loving need. He steps between my legs. His hands lift my hips. He positions me perfectly. The desk stays steady under us. He rubs his cock along my slit. The hot length teases my clit. The friction feels delicious. I moan. My hands close over his arms. The muscle feels hard beneath my fingers. He kisses me again. The kiss moves deep and slow. His tongue dances with mine. The romance becomes a beautiful fire.

He gently cupped her shoulder, his touch sending a current of warmth through her. Slowly, Ruben tilted her face towards him, his hand caressing her cheek. Their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still. His thumb brushed against her lips, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. At that moment, all Arlet could feel was the electrifying touch of his fingers teasing her very core. Her lush eyes fluttered closed, savoring the exquisite sensation he had gifted her. His touch had the power to awaken every dormant corner of her body, stirring desires she had long kept hidden. It was a delicate dance of anticipation, where every nerve ending craved his touch.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

She couldn’t believe this was happening. His fingers found their target, brushing against her wetness, and she nearly gasped aloud. Her hips twitched and his grip tightened on the phone. “Yes, I understand,” Roman said into the phone, his tone businesslike. “We’ll have the numbers by the end of the day.” His fingers circled slowly around her clit, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips as he continued his call. He was enjoying this.

Memories of him making love to her played like a reel inside her head, which made her blush heavily and at the same time turned her on. He tilted her chin, making her eyes meet his and then planted a kiss on her lips. But the next thing she knows, he commanded her ro strip. “Strip.” She didn't liked the way he said that word. But she said nothing and grinding her teeth, she started to remove her clothes one by one. Once the dress was gone, she was going for the stockings when Carson stopped her. “Leave the stocking and heels” he murmured. He snaked his arm around her bare waist and pulled her closer. The contact of her breast touching him, made her nipples hard. Her skin was heated with his

His insistent mouth was parting my shaking lips, with a fervent urgent need until I've had a taste and realize I'll never have enough. Read Fated (THE FIRST TIME THAT YOU TOUCHED ME I KNEW WE WERE BORN FOR EACH OTHER) and construe the beautiful chemistry of Dr. Allesandro Martin the striking and hot billionaire of Newyork and Edith Rodriguez the sweet and elegant personable daughter of Allen and Arianna Rodriguez.

he murmured, his fingers exploring her folds with gentle curiosity. Mia's hips jerked as he circled her most sensitive spot, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please," she breathed, beyond caring about anything but his touch. Alex kissed his way back up to her lips, capturing her mouth as his fingers continued their skilled work between her thighs. One finger slipped inside her, then another, curling forward to find the spot that made her gasp against his mouth. His thumb maintained steady pressure on her, building a tension that wound tighter with each stroke.

then he kisses the back of Toma's hand. "O-Okay? Uhm, uhh… what's with you?" Toma felt weird by Noru's action, so he gently pushes him off. "You do know that I like you, and I still do by now. I may feel upset that you see me as an option, but it'll be a win-win if you get rejected again and become mine." Noru said with a grin. "How's that a win-win?" "It's a win-win since I'll get to have you forever, and I promise to make you happy." Toma could only stare at Noru that moment and admire his sincerity. It could be the perfect moment to choose him and be really happy… they could actually be happy…