Novel & Cerita Secret Romance Books

Just like how I was with Apollo, the gorgeous man lying next to me, wearing sunglasses. It was obvious that over the past months, the two of us had our disagreements, our silly arguments, but we always knew how to fix things and come back to each other. He had this talented habit of making me give in, and that had become my favorite habit. With each passing day, I felt more fulfilled. No one knew about us yet, and he was the secret I forced myself to keep. We had places only the two of us knew where to hide from the chaos out there. And when it was just me and him, that was my whole world. "I know I'm totally and completely irresistible, Mia. But do you want to tell me what you're thinking?"

I give her a teasing smile before leaning in and kissing her. Some of the tension melts from her body as we kiss. I lean into her, the scent of her perfume and the feel of her body putting me more at ease. Her fingers slip into my hair as my hands slide underneath her shirt. Cora’s soft moan fills the room as I brush my thumbs over her nipples through the thin material of her bra. I’m lost in a moment that was supposed to be ours alone. “What the fuck is going on in here?” Jake. His shocked gasp echoes in my ears, and I know our secret is out.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

He was going to take the rest of the day off even if I had to make him. A door connected his living room to the library. I opened it expecting to find my fiancé, instead I was greeted by a disturbing sight. At the far end of the library, Miles was going through a desk in a small room. A room that existed where the wall should have been.

I closed my eyes again. He placed me on the bed and started kissing me again. He took off my shirt and unhooked my bra and was looking at my body. I was feeling shy. " You have got perfect curves a man van die for them. You are so hot and sexy. " He then kissed my lips again. I took out his shirt and Then he started kissing my neck. my arms. My hands. He took out my shirt and underwear. He was kissing my legs and was continuously moving towards the upper side. My heat was unbearable. He kissed my thighs and then he started sucking my breasts again.

He slowly nodded. I started to descend down the stairs to where he was, meeting him halfway. His scent was so amazing, it turned me on. He had never smelt so good to me before. I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders. One hand rested there while the other went to his hair. I started to run my fingers though it as I looked at him in his deep brown eyes. I bit my lip before he pressed his lips to mine. His hand slowly moved down my sides to my thighs. He gave me a boost, my legs going around his waist, my arms around his neck. He started to walk up the stairs, then to the bedroom. At times, he would squeeze down on my thighs, causing me to moan into his mouth. Once in the room, he laid me

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

And that was how we started. We saw a lot of each other while he was off work, then he had to go back and for the first few months, I'd worry if he was late calling but he would always get in touch, always assure me he was okay. We carried on meeting and our fun and games just got better. Cock sucking became a regular favourite, with him very fond of mentioning when we were out in a public place that his war wound was aching, then we would go somewhere quiet and I'd give him head, then we would carry on with our evening, knowing this was a game the two of us shared in secret. Sometimes we just enjoyed each other's company, kissing, cuddling, and talking about anything and everything. Other t

Chapter Two – Pages of Pleasure The library’s hush deepened as evening fell, the dim lights casting a golden hue over the stacks, but the heat between us burned brighter, a secret indulgence amid the books. My body still tingled from his earlier touch, pussy wet and sensitive, my intellectual facade cracking under the thrill of his dominance. He moved with me through the aisles, his presence a constant tease, guiding me deeper into the labyrinth where no one would glance.

My pulse was racing like I’d already done it. I left the notebook open on his nightstand, right on top of his watch, so he’d see it the second he walked in. Damien got home after midnight, and I pretended to be asleep. I heard the rustle of pages. Then the soft exhale through his mouth, that meant he was surprised. Then nothing, no questions, no teasing. Just the quiet sound of him undressing and sliding into bed behind me. His hand found my hip under the covers, fingers curling possessively. He didn’t say a word, but he pulled me back against him, hard already, and held me there until we both fell asleep.