Open Door Vs Closed Door Romance Novels & Stories

But then— A knock at the door. Her eyes flew open. Panic seized her chest. “Elena,” Adrian’s voice came, low and unhurried. Her heart nearly stopped. She gripped the edge of the tub, water lapping at her skin. “Go away!” she snapped, too quickly, too desperately. Silence. Then the soft click of the door handle. The lock she thought she’d turned wasn’t engaged. The door swung open. Adrian stepped inside, closing it behind him. He leaned casually against the door, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on her. His smirk was lazy, predatory.

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

I didn't know when he got that close. I heard the door close behind me. I had not closed it when I came in because of the assault of the scene before me on my senses. 'I don't mind that you are closing your eyes but I just love seeing those beautiful eyes when we pleasure you,' Roman said from behind me into my other ear. The heat from the both of them was so soothing that I just stood there with my eyes closed and let them undress me. Luckily enough, Roy was patient enough to not tear any of my clothing.

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

My legs flexed around him, hips shimming as I rocked instinctively against the steel ridge behind his trousers. I moaned as he captured my lower lip and dragged it sensuously through his teeth. “Hush,” he ordered me, hands flexing hard on my ass before dragging his mouth from mine. "Open the door, sweetheart." "W… what?" I stammered through the pleasure haze clouding my mind. "The door, sweetheart." He said patiently. My trembling fingers fumbled with the keys, and I managed to open the door to my apartment. Conan swiftly guided us inside, our mouths never parting as we moved, tongues still tangled in a passionate dance.

Before I knew it, she dropped low, hands on her knees, and started grinding on me, rolling her hips exaggeratedly, "And you baby girl, you’re gonna shake that ass, drink terrible beer, and maybe, let someone flirt with you without running for the hills." I was laughing so hard that I barely heard the soft creak of the door swinging open. My laughter ran into my esophagus instantly as I heard someone clearing their throat, and my gaze rushed toward the door. Jesus frigging Christ! I almost had a heart attack as my eyes settled on Dominic Russo standing by the doorway, and he wasn’t smiling. Didn’t Mom say he had an urgent meeting or something? What Tf was he doing here! Ava was still lost in

Pushing stray hair from my face he lowered his lips to mine. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you too.” Smiling against my lips I deepened the kiss only for a knock at the door to interrupt. “Cleo sweet are you ready?” Athena’s voice came from outside the door. As the doorknob went to open Roman realised he hadn’t locked it. Using his air element, he clicked the lock preventing her from entering. The last thing I needed was for my mother-in-law to see me like this.

I said, shock making the word come out slow. "Yes! Now, are you going to open the door? Or am I gonna have to break the bastard down?" "I'm coming, don't break it down. Wait a minute." I got out of bed and sprinted to the door, and after I took in a deep breath, I unlocked it. As soon as I unlocked it and turned the handle, the door flew open and smashed into the wall. My eyes widened as I stared at the man, I loved leaning forward, both hands resting on either side of the door frame. He had his head pointed at the floor, and his body heaved as he took deep, heavy breaths. As soon as he drew his gaze to me, he straightened. I had to admit he looked different somehow. Bigger, maybe. Or perhap

“You always read something serious.” “Fine,” I admitted. “Romance.” He raised an eyebrow. “Figures.” “Oh please,” I said. “You love romance.” “I love watching you react to it,” he replied. I kicked his foot lightly under the table. “Behave.” He leaned in. “No promises.” After coffee, we wandered through the bookstore. He picked up random titles, reading the back dramatically. “‘A tragic tale of lost love,’” he read aloud. “Absolutely not.” “Why?”

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