Novel & Cerita Love Simon Book

I didn't flinch when he took down my bikini, and I didn't refuse when he started to explore every part of my body. He may have stopped and didn't go further than heavy petting, but for me, that was the best intimacy I had experience with a man--not even with Zed when he finally became my husband. Every time Zed failed during our intimate moments, I would imagine this experience with Kim. Only then would I have the satisfaction. "We're here already, ma'am!" Vic's voice pierced into my reverie I realized we were already in front of the Royal Park Hotel. "Thank you, Vic," I said, smiling. "Please thank Mr. Mori also for me."

Simon adds, pushing off the marble pillar with a dangerous, gliding stride. He steps into our circle, closing the physical distance with casual grace. His fingers brush against my shoulder, lingering just long enough to trace the line of my collarbone through the fabric of my jacket. His blue eyes flash with a mixture of playful mischief and fierce, protective possessiveness. "Don't listen to him, Eve," Simon murmurs, leaning down just enough for his breath to brush against my ear, sending a delicious, familiar shiver down my spine. "Ashford gets all the dramatic monologues, but I'm the one who memorized every single shortcut through these catacombs just so I could sneak into your quarters a

My hαnds were trembling slightly αs I clutched the little box in my pαlm‚ mαking it feel heαvier thαn it wαs. I turned slowly. “Simon?” He wαs stαnding there‚ just α few feet αwαy‚ looking better thαn I remembered. His pictures didn’t do him justice. Tαll‚ fit‚ shαrp jαwline‚ kind eyes αnd α smile thαt could eαsily mαke α girl blush. He wαsn’t αs intimidαting or striking αs Killiαn‚ no‚ but he wαs chαrming. Very much so.

“We suit each other.” The words were ridiculous and true. She pictured the ledger in her clutch, Cruz’s men, the powder room, the blade at the guard’s ribs—everything that had led her here condensed into a single, undeniable fact: there was no clean way out now. He closed the last inch. The kiss landed—not soft, not hungry in the way of a lover starved for affection, but hard, a sealing. It tasted like iron and promises and the glitter of a world she had only ever watched from its shadows.

“I said to myself.” Simon…. I heard her moaning my name like a prayer. “Simon… I want you to give me the best fucking of my life… I heard her say that.” I felt my breath hitch instantly, I shouldn't have looked, shouldn't have moved, but all of a sudden I felt my body betray me, drawn helplessly towards her room. When I reached the bedroom door, the room was dim, lit by the soft glow of her night lamp. And there she was, lying naked on her bed, legs wide, her hand clutching the sheet like she was holding on to her life. While the other was on her thigh working with a dildo in and out of her wet pussy, slow and deep.

Simon said. “How come you saw my mother’s photo’s?” Charlotte’s eyes were wider in surprise as she asked. “There is a photo of your mother in your father’s study. I would often see it whenever I was playing there.” Simon answered. “I see,” Charlotte nodded. Simmer looked into her eyes with all the sincerity he could mutter and said, “You look a lot like your mother. Back when I was a kid, I really thought she was so beautiful. I guess that’s why I felt like you were so familiar. And that’s probably also why I have liked you so much since the first time we met.” When Simon said the last part of his sentence, his heart raced uncontrollably, and he could feel the tip of his ear burning up.

Eve’s expression is that of someone licking lemons, and as much as I want to argue with her and defend him, it's kind of true. Simon has never looked in the direction of a single femme in all the years I have known him, and he makes it super obvious to everyone that he likes me. He’s a little clingy and annoying at times. “I’m a virgin. It’s not a bad thing. It doesn’t make him less of a man.” I point out. Unphased by Eve's abrasiveness. This is just who she is.

I've been trying to avoid dealing with it but it isn't helping. "There're both your mates huh?" Simon said catching me off guard. I whipped my head toward him. "How'd you know that?" I was beyond curious. "First I'm not blind. It's clear they both have feelings for you. But the mate part I figured it from this book. As soon as I put together that you're the daughter of Celeste it was easy from there" Simon's words shocked me to the core. So much so I sprung to my feet. "What?! I'm in that book?" I asked in utter disbelief.

She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead. She’d just finished mentally chastising herself for feeding her superstitions and fears with books of that nature and was hurrying to return it to the shelf when she accidently slammed into a firm, immobile body. At first, she thought it was a mannequin, but she soon realized that there was life in that smooth smile and those sparkling brown dark eyes.

“Yes.” The honesty caught me off guard again. Simon walked deeper into the library slowly, and I became hyperaware of the storm outside, silence inside, and the fact that they were completely alone, again. Simon stopped beside the couch. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked down at the cover quickly just to avoid his eyes. “Some romance novel.” One corner of his mouth tilted faintly. “Any good?” I swallowed hard. “Depends.” “On?” I looked up reluctantly. “Whether you like toxic men, I guess.”