Office Romance Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

Yara half lay down on the sofa with her legs still hanging on the floor. "I will tell your mom if you break up with your boyfriend again." "Don't care," Yara replied nonchalantly. "I will be teased. That’s it." "When did you, Ra, want to have a proper relationship, which would lead to marriage?" "Later when I meet my soul mate, Om. Right now I am doing a lot of charity." "What deeds?" Ranu asked confused. "Take care of people's mate, Om." "Oh my... I have one nephew and two nieces, how come you be the only one who is insane."

Emma After Noah’s interruption, Oliver went after him, because he entered the office unannounced because he wanted to show him something. That was Oliver’s explanation, but inside my gut, I knew that he went after him because he wanted to beat the shit out of him for this interruption. After an hour or so Oliver came back looking all satisfied and smiley, confirming my doubts. I just stared at him and did not say anything. I did not have the will to fight with him on this. He closed the door and came near me. He climbed back on top of me and left feather-light kisses on my neck and I giggled at the ticklish feeling. His lips left my neck and they connected with my lips. He kissed me slowly a

Hadley's sense flew by when Maurice placed his lips on hers and she enjoyed her lips wallowing in his both getting lost in the little romance. The tongue got entangled, each fighting for dominance for who it's more powerful and the two couples did not bother to care about what was around them as they set the offices on fire with their little make-out. Author's Note: We all can't lie that office romance is the best right….XD.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

He adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. Romano turned to him. “What do you have for me?” “The doc has made contact…” Romano let out a sudden loud groan, he grabbed on to the side of the sofa, his fingers tightened around her hair as he released into her mouth. Orlando looked away. Romano cackled aloud and threw his head backwards. “I couldn’t hold back my excitement.” He watched as the girl sucked him clean and swallowed. He held her gaze, a wicked smile on his lips, “That’s my little girl…” He ruffled her hair, “Give us a moment, girls.” He stood to his feet and adjusted his trousers. The girls picked their things and exited the room. “You said the doc made contact.”

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

Forever. If he doesn't say something in the next minute, he'll never hear from me again. I swear it on my life. “Romano” Caroline called in that slutty voice of hers, my vision turned misty. Why wasn't he saying anything? Why was she still in his office? Why did I even believe he would ever be mine? The men in the mafia world had all the power they wanted; they could afford to take mistresses and lovers even while married, and no one would point a finger at them.

Some days, I preferred when the old man was working, even though his eyes had began to grow listless with the things of life, he was still as kind as they could be. Even though my office was freshly cleaned, the scent of the lemon-flavoured fresh lingering in the air, I could still smell our intertwined arousal from nights ago. Don’t look, I repeated to myself as I walked across the room toward my desk. I fought, heavily, with my will not to glance at the glass where I had held Oliver’s body while I fucked him senseless. The way his body welcomed me, the heat wrapping around in a warm embrace, like that hug from a relative you had not seen in years. The way his eyes had twinkled with passion

“Oh. Oh no. You really have not had sex, have you?” “I already told you no!” I protested. “We have not,” Andre said curtly. “I see.” Roman sloshed his drink around in the glass. “Well then. Shall we return to discussing A Court of Thorns and Roses? I have opinions on the book’s views on feminism.” “Why would you think we had sex?” I asked. “Because of the wording of the contract,” Roman replied simply. “Joemar told me you discovered the loophole. And, to be quite frank, you and Andre have appeared quite fond of one-another since I returned today.”