Love After Midnight Book Novels & Stories

He accepted Reo only on the basis of sympathy for his friends, and ended up satisfying his lust after what happened that night. Reo took a deep breath. He turned to look at the clock on the wall in the hotel room. It was already 9 in the morning. It is no longer possible to enter the school area. Therefore, until now Reo had no intention of waking Jack. Reo's stout fingers danced through Jack's hair. Playing with a full love rhythm. A smile appeared on Reo's face. He had never felt this happy before. Thanks to Jack, he has found his passion again, although now he has taken a different path.

She still marveled at the fact that she was now a mother. She looked up as Lemuel walked in, fresh from the shower in a pair of grey patterned pajamas. They smiled at each other. “You look like a tempting dinner.” he said. She giggled and he joined her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. “I love you Mrs. Lemuel Arnold.” “I love you too.” She responded and he sealed her lips with a passionate kiss. THE END: Guys, please leave an honest review. .It will help the book grow and get more readers and help me as an author. Thanks(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤🙂.

Although I felt a little disappointed, however, I was still happy that Eric was a gentleman. After he pulled back, his eyes looked a little bit dark maybe because the light in the room was dark, or because it was nighttime. "Let's go to sleep," he said and placed a soft kiss on my forehead before lying on the bed and then tapping his chest telling me to place my head on it as we go to sleep. I fell asleep just when my head was placed on his chest. ***

He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her urgency, she cried out and he cupped his hand over her mouth, “Shush darling, let’s not wake the neighbors” Leila could not think straight as he kept slipping in and out of her. She wanted this moment to last forever and when he finally pulled out. She rolled to her side and stared at him. This gorgeous man that she called her boss just slept with her. Her engaged boss that has a fiancée just slept with her. The crazy thing was that she enjoyed every moment of it. That was when it dawned on her, she was in love with Gavin Hasters and it was probably going to be the end of her but at this point, she didn’t care anymore.

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I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

I say pulling her into my arms kissing her forehead. We lying down is a peaceful silence as we embrace one another after this long day. A silent promise that we will love one another through everything even if we at our weakest. The we have spent getting to know each other felt so fast , as if our body and soul knew each other from a previous life. I couldn't ask for any other life than this right here. "I love you ma, and I'm ready to build our legacy together" I say bringing her lips to mine, kissing her deeply as I promise my loyalty to her. With that we fall asleep within each other's embrace

he asked, voice rough with sleep and satisfaction. She laughed softly—breathless, content. “Still green.” Outside, Dubai glittered on—neon, traffic, endless night. Inside the bookstore, two people who had found each other in the quiet kept breathing together. No rush. No performance. Just skin, silence, and the slow certainty that love—when it arrives—doesn’t always announce itself with fireworks. Sometimes it simply walks into a room full of books and stays. To be continued…

“I love you.” “I love you.” End of Book Eleven

She’d never believed in love at first sight until she met Nick. Buttons flew here and there when she shocked them both by ripping her shirt open to allow him easy access to her wanting breasts. A deep, lusty chuckle escaped his throat just before he lowered his lips to take her in. His mouth felt hot and moist against her flesh. It was so very different from the dry, almost irritating sensation Arthur produced whenever he fondled her in such a way. The difference between lovers was so acute, Alison couldn’t help wondering what else would be different. She longed to have him move lower with his ministrations, but hesitated in asking.