One Night Stand Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Hi, I'm the author behind this book "One Night Stand" and I'm happy to complete it finally after so many hardships. This book is close to my heart. And I hope we all overcome the current pandemic suituation together. "One night stand" is my second book which I wrote for four months and planned it for two months. Finally, I did it. Completed my book. I hope you liked my book and enjoyed every chapters. The book revolves around two people who live in Anaheim accidentally meet in a random club and fall in love after so many things.

I replied, my eyes brimming with tears, and something darker… pent-up desire. “Do you perhaps want to check out my hotel room?” he asked smoothly, just as I remembered, and I found myself nodding before I could think. “Definitely,” I replied, and I immediately threw myself into his arms, kissing him passionately. It seemed the web of our forbidden affair was far from over, only changed. This time, he was my ex-stepfather. Author's Note: This is the end of One-Night Stand With My Stepfather..

" He mumbled, placing a kiss on her shoulder. Hardly had Nancy closed her eyes when she felt his hands crawling under her night dress. "For fucks sake Connor!!" "Relax....!!" He held her still with his other hand, you are going to love this, it's going to make you sleep. With his hand inside her dress, he slowly caressed her belly up till he reached her boobs. He felt her breadth hitch the moment he started fondling her right nipple. He kept playing with it slowly. "Connor!" She moaned, wanting to tell him to stop but she couldn't find the right words.

Annie’s eyes softened. And for a moment… Neither of us spoke. “I don’t even know when it happened,” I said quietly. She tilted her head slightly. “What?” she asked. I looked down at my hands. “That night,” I said. “It was just supposed to be a mistake.” A one-night escape. Something meaningless. Something I could forget. “But somewhere along the way…” I paused, my chest tightening. “It stopped being that.” My voice softened even more. “I don’t know when my one-night stand turned into something real,” I admitted.

Then, the weight of a warm, delicate body curled against my side brought the reality of the night crashing back into my mind. I shifted slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at the girl sleeping soundly beside me. In the stark, harsh light of dawn, she looked even younger, her long hair tangled wildly across my dark silk sheets. The dark purple bruise on her left cheek stood out prominently against her pale skin—a violent, ugly mark that made my jaw tighten with an uninvited surge of irritation. Last night, in the heat of the moonlight and the alcohol, she had been a wild, unhinged creature, begging me to split her open, milking my dick with a frantic, desperate hunger that

I need an excellent one-night stand to get over him. We are out back smoking a shared cigarette. I am leaning up against a wall, one leg angle against the wall, and he asks me my name. I tell him to call me "A," and he tells me to call him " B." I let out a cute chuckled laugh because that was funny, then that's when I get a good honest look at him, and he is attractive in a very adorable way. He has a beautiful smile, innocent written all over it, and he is small but not too skinny. That is when I start to feel guilty, and my head drops a bit. I let out a big sigh, and he asks me what's wrong. I tell him the truth, which is that I am a bit hung up on someone and came out tonight looking to

I know it's been too long and you probably forgot the plot of the story itself (lol) but I knew it was my responsibility to complete this, so you can reread to refresh your memory and I hope you enjoy the journey. A Night With The Billionaire is my first book, one that opened so many opportunities for me and it'll always hold a special place in my heart. It may not be the best in term of editing, but I truly cherish this book and I promise to go back and re-edit both part one and two so it'd make a smoother and more enjoyable read for incoming readers, as well as those who'd be rereading.

I don't know if he realized that I was a virgin, but I remember him saying in a husky voice, between his own moans, “You're so tight, Scarlett…” I felt pleasure hearing my name coming out of his lips so passionately and lustfully. In his kisses, his touch, and most of all, in how he filled me completely. The climax came so many times that I lost count, just as I know he also reached the apex more than twice. Maybe the fire burning in our bodies was too intense for both of us to end the touch. Or we simply didn't want to interrupt this moment that was meant to last only one night. Yes, this is only a one-night stand.