Secret Kisses Novels & Stories

"He doesn't treat my right. But that's what draws me to him. It's the way that he acts like he doesn't care, like losing me wouldn't mean anything to him. Like I have to constantly work for his attention. You see, so many guys have tried to chase me, but the only one I want is the one who I have to work to catch." ---- Ashton Grey She wraps her legs around my waist.She whispers in his ear. "Stay." This is my cue to kiss her. Wrap my fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet heart beat beating. She won't be always his vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of my hand. This is my cue to pull her closer. Place a gen

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

I gave him a serene, quiet smile. “I’ll see you to your chambers?” he asked softly, his hand brushing against the doorframe. I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured. Then, on instinct, I leaned forward and pressed my lips lightly to his. A soft, deliberate kiss—one that promised interest and connection without revealing the thoughts I kept hidden. Kael froze, dark eyes widening. I pulled back slightly, letting the kiss linger in his memory. His hand rose to his lips, brushing over them, as though confirming what had just happened.

I lean into Braxton, my voice a honeyed whisper meant for the cameras. "Smile, my dear," I coo, my lips painted with a seductive allure. "We want the world to see just how in love we are." Braxton’s detachment remains intact, his gaze distant, his expression impassive. But I’m not one to be deterred. I place a manicured hand on his cheek and, before he can react, press my lips forcefully against his. The cameras click and flash, capturing the moment with a voracious hunger for scandal. The kiss has left Braxton with little choice but to respond in kind. He kisses me back, a perfunctory gesture that betrays none of the passion I’m hoping to convey.

Closing her eyes, she parted her lips slightly, brushing them against his. Maxwell gasped as Melissa's lips met his, sending shivers down his spine. The kiss started off gentle, but quickly turned into something more passionate as their tongues intertwined, desperate for each other. Melissa's hands roamed over Maxwell's body, tracing the curves of his muscles beneath his shirt.

He kissed my forehead, a tender brush that sent a shiver through me, before his lips, soft and tentative, brushed against mine. A shocking, electric jolt shot through me, igniting a spark I desperately tried to extinguish. It was a fleeting contact, barely there, yet it left an undeniable warmth lingering on my lips. He reached into my back pocket, retrieved my phone, and with an unspoken command, I unlocked it. My fingers moved mechanically, obeying his silent directive. He dialled his number, saving it under a single, intimate name: DAMI. "You, and only you, are allowed to call me by that name," he whispered, his hands still cupping my face, his thumbs gently tracing my cheekbones. His tou

When it was my turn, I admitted something embarrassing. “Never have I ever kissed more than one person in the same night,” I said quietly. The bus erupted. Sienna didn’t even hesitate. She cupped my face gently and kissed me right there. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting like cherry vodka. The kiss was slow and sweet, but it still left me breathless when she pulled back, smiling. “My turn,” Knox said, voice low and rough. He leaned over the seat, slid a big hand to the back of my neck, and kissed me deeper.

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.

"Adam, don't marry her. I found the rings. I told you once I'd save up and replace them with the most expensive pair I could find. I wasn't lying!" She fumbled in another pocket and lifted a velvet box. "See? I wasn't lying!" She looked at me with the eyes of somebody who needed an answer. I did not even look at the box. I took the original rings out of her hand and tossed them. They rolled into a planter at the side of the lobby. She let out a sound. "No!" I almost laughed. "Ms. Lake, are you still trying to fool me? Are you not done with the playing-poor act yet?"

Another kiss, another bite, and Adeline's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Sebastian's, burning with desire. "You teased me," he repeated, his eyes locked onto hers, his voice dripping with intensity. Adeline's lips parted, a silent invitation. Sebastian's eyes flashed with hunger, and his kiss deepened, pressing her back against the door. Their bodies pressed together, the tension between them crackling like electricity. The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their secret game. Adeline's hands wrapped around Sebastian's neck, pulling him closer, surrendering to the passion that had been building between them.