Love Simon Book Romane & Geschichten

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, I do.” Simon’s voice rose. “I promised myself I’d never love again. Work only. Control. Then she walks into my company—smart, beautiful—and I broke every rule for her. I protected her. I chose her.” Silence pulsed between them. “Well,” Damon said quietly, “news flash—I like her too. As much as I wish you could believe otherwise, I never planned this.” He reached out, resting a hand on Simon’s shoulder. “It’s not—”

Dear Reader, Thank you so much for doing this journey with us. Simon, Paige and myself are grateful for your love, votes, comments, referrals and kind wishes Sadly, we've come to the end of this beautiful love story. You all would agree with me that Paige is one hell of a lucky lady a d Simon is so blessed to have her. If you enjoyed their love story, then you would love my second book, "YOU ARE MINE FOR KEEPS." The next few pages are free chapters from the new book.

Simon could see that his chest was almost sticking out of his nightgown cap and that he was only hiding people there. He could feel his lower half throbbing because he was looking at an erotic scene, a delicious breakfast. Simon played with her nipple with his thumb, and she moaned. He lowered his head and put the pinkish apple in his mouth. His other finger played with her other nip while he savored her other breast. With a start and a little moan, Simon went completely crazy. His grip on her n-pple got stronger. “Simon, what’re you doing?” Luna’s eyes widened, and instead of pushing Simon, she twitched him.

Irritating him would be disastrous; he would give up helping her, and all her chances of winning Nathaniel's love would end. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lean towards her, immediately tense, she forced herself to stay still. Simon had thousands of flaws, but she believed him when he said he wouldn't hurt her. He had been kind in offering to help, and his kisses... enduring them wouldn't be a problem. She lifted her face to Simon. He bent down, went straight past her, and picked up the notepad from the coffee table. In silence, he read the notes.

I couldn't stop staring into those beautiful eyes and felt my dick twitch as the thought fluttered through my mind wondering what she would look like staring up at me with her mouth full of my cock. I started rereading her letter. I liked her intelligence and humor and I really liked how my cock twitched again when I read about BOB. I wondered what her voice sounded like when she came. Hell, I wondered what her voice sounded like at all. I wondered how she would taste as I kissed her. I wondered what she would look like slowly sliding that plastic cock inside of her. Obviously, I found myself getting harder so I reached my hand into my shorts and squeezed my hardness and stroked it a bit.

I should have been calm and unaffected. But Simon’s expression grew increasingly mocking as he flipped through the love letters. He even read some of them aloud, and it utterly humiliated me. I bit my bottom lip hard and stared at his hand. “Put them down.” Simon did not put the letters down. Instead, he seemed amused by my uncharacteristic display of defiance, and this piqued some sort of twisted interest in him. He sneered before slamming the love letters down.

That this man—this terribly handsome man with eyes so beautiful he could easily turn her into mush, this man with the most incredible voice, one that was smooth like chocolate, and deep like an abyss, the man with lips she was constantly fantasizing about—was nothing but trouble. “It’s not a lie.” He shrugged his broad shoulders and tilted his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “You just didn’t let me finish the story.” She tried to pry her wrists away from his hold. “I’m not even sure I want to listen to it at all.” Simon smirked, the dimple in his left cheek peeking through the five-o’clock shadow. He looked devilishly handsome when he wanted to, and God knew this was one of those moments.

Unexpectedly, she felt a strong hand on her, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his hands around her waist, her back resting on his big, strong chest, his manly scent hit her nose, and she felt safe in his arms. She knew instantly, it was him. The man she belongs to, that terrifying man that owns her. Terrifying but not to her, not anymore. "Do you like it?" He said, burying his face in her black curly hair. "It is nice, I love it," Imogen answered sincerely while Simon smiled. "You are a hard lady to please, of all things you could fancy, you chose books. Many ladies will choose luxurious things, yet you choose a book. Maybe it's because you are no ordinary girl," He said while Imogen c

Dad said too seriously. "I have no intention of hurting Lindy, sir." Milo answers back pretty smoothly. He moved his head to me as I stare back at his tantalizing green eyes. "I love her." It made me smile. Fuck, his hand was placed in between my thighs, squeezing it tightly. I bit my lip while his hand was moving up to my organ. I pressed my lips together when he stopped as I exhaled through my nostrils. "But, thank you for that gift you gave me Mill. I loved it so much." Mom says kindly.

"Is that the case? Have you ever had a meal that was prepared by my mum, Simon? I'll wager you don't have any idea how delicious her cooking is!." "Really? I cannot wait to give it a shot!." Esme's ears were filled with the soothing tones of Simon. She is confident that if Simon had played the male lead role in a manhwa, he would have been very much liked and accepted by the audience. It's a shame that his moral fiber was corrupt, and that kind manner of his was only a front to hide his true nature. "Simon, can you be able to provide me with some information?" As Esme came closer to Simon, he found himself unable to breathe. His nose was hit with Esme's characteristic floral aroma, and he ab