Romancing Mister Bridgerton Book Cover นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My pussy lips felt swollen and slick as I bent over to step out of my shorts giving him a view if he was looking. I pulled on a short silk dress that hugged my curves and barely covered my ass. No bra or panties. If he wanted to control my every move he could deal with the distraction. When I walked back out Ronan was waiting by the living room window checking the street below. He turned and his eyes ran over me once before locking back on my face. “Too short,” he said flatly. I smirked and sat on the couch crossing my legs so the dress rode up high on my thighs. “It’s my body. Deal with it. Or are you worried you won’t be able to keep your eyes off me while you play big protector?”

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

I breathed, the name escaping in a voice thick with lust, one I barely recognized as my own. His eyes lifted to mine, dark and molten. He bent his head low, hovering just above one peaked nipple. “Yes, Mrs. Claire,” he murmured, the title soft now, almost teasing, before he closed his mouth over the sensitive bud, my back arched from the bed as I moaned out loud.

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.

We reached my place and he waved goodbye. I still have not seen nor heard from Alfred in the next few days and I was really concerned. A welcome distraction came in the form of the gown which I got from Bree. It was a very nice, pale lavender satin princess gown with off-shoulder lace trimmings. I called up both Lance and Izzie to tell them about my gown. Both were very excited for me. I tried calling up Alfred but the line was busy. I went to bed a bit downhearted.

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

She was just a reader—hungry for escape. She paused when her eyes landed on a cover that practically glowed under the soft overhead light. A werewolf love novel. The title was in cursive silver: Moonbound Desire. The cover featured a fierce, shirtless alpha holding a trembling woman in his arms, both cloaked by moonlight and mystery. It was utterly ridiculous—and exactly what she needed. Ryleigh pulled it from the shelf and smiled to herself. She checked it out at the front desk with Miss Ada, who glanced at the cover and gave her a knowing look but didn’t say a word.

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

The gourmet food was all but ignored, the battle raging between the two points of view, with Bridget taking a far from impartial stand. Nothing was resolved. They continued the discussion back at rue St Honoré. ‘Well, I guess it’s going to be up to me to decide,’ Bridget said finally. As usual she was wearing white, a trouser suit with narrow, quite tight-fitting trousers, and a jacket that buttoned up to the collar-bone, under which she wore no blouse. Her chestnut hair was tied into a rather severe chignon that made her look distinctly older, despite the fact her face was remarkably unlined. A big gold brooch, shaped like an Egyptian scareb, was pinned over her left breast.

“You almost took me out there.” She blinked, then let out a faint breath, crouching as well to gather the rest. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” “That much is obvious,” I said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I picked up another book, my eyes catching on the pastel-colored cover. I turned it so I could read the title. “‘Kisses in the Rain,’” I read aloud, raising a brow. “So, you have a killer taste. Romcoms, huh?”