Romans & histoires Office Romance Novels

Giving me one more kiss, he let me go, bending down to grab my dress and help slip it back over my head. “Doesn’t mean you have to wear the bra, though,” he winked. I like seeing your nipples when you walk into my office. I laughed, hopping from the table and adjusting my panties and dress. “That’s because your office is an icebox.” He began rolling off the condom and tying it. “Maybe I keep it that way on purpose.” I rolled my eyes, running my hands through my hair. “Yeah, you would like to make all those intern’s nipples hard.”

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

In its place was something permanent. He kissed me, thorough, claiming, full of promise and started moving again, slow and deep, as the city lights glittered beyond the glass. On his desk, in his office, with his cum already leaking out of me and more on the way, the fake relationship finally, completely, ended. And something real took its place.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

I yelled, turning around on the seat. I leaned in fast, intending to just press a quick, two-second peck onto his lips, but the second my mouth touched his, Callan’s big hand slammed behind my head, gripping my hair tight. He pulled me hard against his chest, dipping me back against the seat and forcing my mouth open with his tongue. He kissed me deeply, dirty and slow, making my whole body go completely weak in two seconds flat. I could taste the coffee on his tongue as he sucked my lower lip hard.

Suddenly, Elder Brandon—an arrogant, middle-aged wolf who had two young omega wives—stepped out of the crowd, his face twisted in sneering disbelief. "This is an absolute abomination!" Brandon spat, his voice laced with venomous disgust. "You claim her as a fated mate to cover up your perverted lust, Logan! I’ve watched this girl grow. I was planning to claim her as my own third mate once she hit twenty—she was meant for a real man's bed, not her stepbrother's sick fantasy!" Before the words could even fully leave Brandon's mouth, my wolf took complete control. In a blur of Alpha speed, I crossed the dais and slammed Brandon against the stone pillar.

she said, making Emma groan. Ivy just wasn't getting her point. “It’s 'not' gold, Ivy. It’s a nightmare.” “No, babe, this is a ‘romance novel waiting to happen’,” Ivy interjected through her giggles. “You 'slept' with your boss before even knowing who he was. That’s straight-up ‘forbidden office romance’ levels of juicy!” Emma could hardly argue, knowing Ivy had always been a die-hard romantic, and to think she was already thinking something could happen between her and her boss just seemed to make arguing more difficult.

The air inside Roman’s office was thick with the scent of arousal and milk. Nora’s breath came in short, shaky bursts as she leaned forward against the polished desk, bare from the waist up, blouse crumpled on the floor beside her bra. Her breasts, still slick with his mouth, tingled with a blend of relief and new, aching hunger. Roman hadn’t touched her below the waist yet, but her thighs were trembling, her soaked panties sticking to her skin, her need screaming beneath the weight of the tension he built with every whispered order. She felt unsteady, unraveling in a way that was terrifying and addictive. Roman stood behind her, composed but alert, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeve