Office Romance Book Novels & Stories

The metallic tang of blood blooms where the bite broke the skin. Adrian’s hands claw at Ryder’s shoulders, pushing, shoving, but Ryder is an immovable wall of muscle. He holds Adrian’s head in place, forcing the kiss deeper, harder, stealing the air from his lungs. The professor’s glasses are knocked askew, the frames digging into the bridge of his nose, but Ryder doesn’t stop. He devours him, sucking on Adrian’s tongue, biting his lips again, ensuring the older man can’t close his mouth, can’t deny him entry. The wet, sloppy sounds of the kiss fill the silent office, loud and obscene.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

My eyes narrowed as he opened it, the rain catching on its surface, darkening the color. “You wanted something words couldn’t describe or show,” he murmured, a small smile spreading over his lips. “So I got you something that says everything I couldn’t.” His voice trailed off as he opened it fully. My breath caught, and I didn’t even realize that I’d stopped breathing until my chest started to ache. And then… he called my name in a voice that was too seductive to ignore. “Olivia June Moretti,” My heart stuttered. “Will you give me the chance to love you the right way by marrying me?”

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

She groaned, blinked, and slowly flickered her blue-violet orbs open. Her jaw dropped. She had never seen this part of Dominic's new hotel. The miniature trees, the birds singing, a flowing fountain, and a gazebo. And they were filled with...Roses. Red roses everywhere. On bouquets, on pots, small and large. Boxes and vases. Even where she was standing was deep and wide petals of her favorite flower. She blinked her tears away and cup her mouth. Speechless. "Oh, Rafael," the mafia princess uttered. Without a doubt, this was his doing.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

Samantha "With ....bringing me ten cups of coffee,answering all the calls I have to take on the front desk ,going through all the old files my former assistant didn't do correctly" he finished handling me a bunch of files I didn't even realize he was holding. I stood there in shock ,what was I expecting a kiss? Those wattpad romance book have really gotten into my head. He looked at me with his piercing green eyes ,I looked down having trouble maintaining eye contact with him,moving from foot to foot.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.