Romance Novel Younger Woman Older Man Novels & Stories

The scrape of the chair legs on the marble floor was sharp and bitter, like nails on glass. She slid into the seat on his left, every movement deliberate, like she wanted me to know she’d taken second place only because he’d demanded it. Jane leaned closer to me, whispering behind the rim of her coffee cup, “Who is this woman?” My lips curved into a humorless smile. “Lorenzo’s ex-wife. Back from the dead.” Jane shivered dramatically, shoulders lifting like a gust of cold wind had just swept through. “Oh God. I feel like I’m seeing a ghost.”

The man was too sexy for his own good. She gnawed her lower lip as she watched him sleep. Would he still be interested in her when he wasn’t looking at her through beer goggles? Their age difference weighed heavily on her mind. She was at least seven years his senior, but she looked younger than 35. Everyone said so. Maybe he wouldn’t realize… He’d probably figure it out tomorrow, though. She didn’t have the body of an eighteen-year-old anymore. She’d just have to show him that being with an older woman had certain advantages. Assuming he was interested. The way he looked at her had made her bones melt. And his strong, yet gentle, touch? Her legs had almost given out on her when he’d placed

The old man was obviously very romantic, much more than a young man. They kissed and cuddled and the old man's wife tried to get out of the bed to have a bath even though she wanted more but the old man pulled her back, stopping her. He understood every of her mood and facial expression and understood she wanted more, he was going to give her exactly what she wants despite the pain in his leg. He didn’t want any man taking his beautiful wife away from him.

Then, throwing a suspicious glance at the unfinished food her caro left, the old woman scratched her temple and asked again, "Where's young senor?" 'If who you meant is Rome, he is tongue-fucking me under this table!' She wanted to scream but ended up gawking at the old woman instead. How could she even formulate a complete sentence when Rome was tirelessly licking her up and down? More so, when his mouth found her clitoris, and, to her horror, sucked her hard.

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.

His movements were akin to a cat’s, light and traceless. Inside the house. The old woman rushed to her son’s room and whispered, “Son, I’m telling you, if you don’t plan on making such a good girl yours, you probably won’t have the chance in the future.” The young man could not help getting nervous. He said, “Nonsense. I saved her life, and she said she would repay me. Once she gets better, I’ll consummate our relationship.” “But I met a man today. He was asking me about the girl. I think that man is pretty handsome. If you don’t plan on doing anything anytime soon, I’m afraid you won’t have the chance later.”

She didn’t know how it does to her but she does not like them bowing till they are out of sight, she could see fear in them and she wonders if she’s the one with such an intimidating aura. She wants to believe her face expression is not the one but the woman who seems like a burning sensation. They finally step into the magnificent room, the old man sitting in the bed could rather be called a grandpa. Which is starting to make Selena thinks about the age of the man and that of the woman for them to be married to each other. Could she have married a old man because of money? She really do not want to care about that but the distance between them is to glaring, “munchkin” the old man calls slo

When I finally came to my senses, I realized that I was in an unfamiliar room. It looked like a run-down inn. Just then, a man in a pair of gold-rimmed glasses slowly walked over toward me with a contract in his hand. I looked up at him and asked, "Who are you?" The man grinned and started laughing. He laughed in an almost cynical manner. "Oh Jess, I'm Lukas, remember? I'm your fiancé. We're about to get married!"