Open Door Romance Novels Novels & Stories

It's the only time Kier and everyone else will be too occupied to see me sneak into Renae's room to ransack it for answers. My fingers flip through the page of a dark romance novel. Something about quadruplets and one woman. It is obscene. The naughtiest thing I've read and my cheeks heat up with every page I flip, my core tightening. I do not think any of these things remotely possible, but I should like to take note. You know, just to know. Not that I have any plans of...

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

NINA I had barely sat down when the knock came. Three sharp taps. My heart jumped. My chest tightened. I didn’t need to ask who it was. I already knew. I opened the door—and Rhea didn’t say a word. She stepped in, slammed the door behind her, and kissed me so hard I lost my balance. “Rhea—” Her hands gripped my waist. One slid down and squeezed my ass, firm and greedy. Her lips were hot, wet, hungry. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned, grabbing her shoulders to stay upright.

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.

“Oh my god, Cas!” He hummed against me, the vibration making me tremble. “Taste so fucking good. Better than I imagined.” His hands pinned my thighs open as he devoured me, two fingers back inside, fucking me while his tongue worked magic. I was close again already, whimpering and grinding against his face. “I’m gonna come—Cas, I’m—” The door clicked open. Damien stood there, eyes dark with lust as he took in the scene. Me, dress around my waist, tits out, legs spread with Cas’s face buried between them.

I got into it and stayed inside for a while. I got out from the bath minutes later and wore the bathroom robe I found in his washroom.I opened the washroom door and I saw Kingston half naked.His chest was bare showing his abs.A white towel was wrapped around his waist.I got out of the washroom and entered the room fully and he entered the washroom not sparing me a glance. I went for his room door and it was locked.He did not expect me to sleep with a bathroom robe .And it was my chance to leave the room but he locked it.

The double doors to his office stood slightly ajar. I pushed them open. Dominic stood behind his massive desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie loosened. The city glittered behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows. He looked up as I entered, and the expression on his face made my stomach flip. “Lock the door,” he said. I did. The soft click sounded final. Dominic straightened, rounded the desk, and walked toward me with slow, deliberate steps. He didn’t stop until he was close enough that I had to tip my head back to meet his eyes.

No more wrong doors. Lia walked to Suite B and stood there for a moment. Her hand raised to knock. This was it. Last chance to turn around. To go home and pretend this wasn't happening. Pretend she didn't want him so badly it hurt. She knocked. The door opened immediately. Like he'd been waiting right on the other side. Like he'd been counting the seconds until she arrived. Caspian stood there in dark jeans and a black shirt. No suit tonight. Sleeves rolled up showing those forearms she remembered from the first night. Tattoos and muscle and strength. His gray eyes locked on hers and the world narrowed to just the two of them.

That alone might be worth the effort. Shaking my head at the thought, I drifted back toward the main shelves, pulling a few books that caught my interest. My stack grew quickly: a historical novel with an intricate map inside the cover, a poetry collection, a book of legends… and, okay, maybe one or two with decidedly romantic-looking covers. Purely for variety, of course. I was just balancing the last book on the stack when the door opened behind me. “Let me guess,” a familiar voice drawled, “you got lost and stumbled in here looking for more romcoms.”