Social Interaction Trainer Romance Novels & Stories

She couldn't move her body as they both locked eyes in total silence, their mouth not producing any words as they only communicated through their heart. With this silent love at first sight, Gen gulped hard, her eyes not able to live this stranger who made her knees weak with passion. "Why the stare lady?" His thick muscular voice brought her back into reality. Gen quickly adjusted herself and felt a bit embarrassed that she got carried away just by staring at this handsome man in front of her. "I am sorry about that" she quickly said in a husky tone, the feeling of silliness began to flood through her.

I released a lungful and leaned in, pressing my brow to hers. She touched my face and whispered my name. I shifted my mouth, gently brushing it across hers. Nicolette clung to my lips, urging me to continue. After a couple of soft, almost imperceptible pecks, she seemed to grow frustrated and bit my bottom lip. With a groan, I gave her more, sliding my tongue between her teeth and touching hers, making love to her mouth.

Cora breathed out gritting her teeth angrily. ' I'll kill you Montenero' Cora swore "Not at all, I thought of a better condition" "Which is?" "Think of me" "I would ne…" "Think of me, like am in your bedroom with you" Evans interuptted 'fool, how did he know I'm in my bedroom' "Imagine I Walk up to you slowly, running my fingers from your leg down to your spine, then we engage in a slow and passionate kiss, after that I'll move my hands slowly under your blouse and pinch your taut nipples that already damn hard"

"Why didn't I choose fictional romances?" The redhead picked up a glass of champagne and returned to the table, but she stopped midway upon seeing a woman sitting in the same chair she was in before, next to Tristan. "I'm sure you'll win, you're one of the smartest businessmen I know!" the woman said, clearly flattering Tristan. "What a suck-up!" thought Aurora, feeling annoyed. Tristan responded confidently, "I'm confident too." The woman, seductively, asked, "Would you... like to dance with me?"

Martin waved and slipped behind the counter, walking into the back room as Sicily held Drake's stare. The determination on his handsome face was insanely hot. It took everything inside of her to push back the desire to agree to the training just to feel his hands on her, to spend more time with the cocky bastard. "When are you going to stop pushing so hard against me?" He leaned in as she took a step back. No way was she ready for him intimidating her into their awkward partnership with him as trainer and her as the love-sick fat girl. "When you back off. I'm not interested in having you put me with all the other trophies on your wall. I have work to do. By a full-fat pastry or get out." She

“Just wanted to say. Crazy night huh?” “Go away, Trevor,” I muttered, not even sparing him a glance. He gasped dramatically. “You wound me. I’m just here to show support for our first inter-pack, enemies-to-lovers romance.“ I turned my head slowly, narrowing my eyes. “What?” “You and Bennett,” he wiggled his brows. “It’s very Romeo and Juliet with more biting. Literally.” “Trevor, I swear— “He reached into his bag and handed me a pack of mints. “For the tension. In case you guys, you know—“

“Elena trains in here and the pheromones might drive her to us.” “Olivia and my father also train in here,” I point out. “Oh! Yeah. That might not be the best idea I’ve had,” he laughs. I dip down to claim his lips and grind my dick against his before standing, with obviously tented sweats. I pull my shirt over my head and we wrestle and kiss and Ryder sucks one of my nipples between his lips causing me to moan. “Oh, fuck! We need to stop and shower before this goes too far,” I moan.

If he knows I’ve caught him staring, he will look away quickly, busying himself with something else. She watches him a lot too. She attends the intermediate training outside instead of the elite class inside because Miles is usually the one teaching that. Ever since Miles brought her back from the woods, she has been avoiding direct interaction with him, and when she looks at him, there is a mask of guilt on her face. It was making me feel guilty too. I want her to be happy, and I’m starting to get the sense that she won’t be completely happy until he is her mate too. “She won’t love you any less,” Rome reminds me. He tells me this at least a dozen times a day. “Just tell her to accept him.”

I questioned, my eyes dropping to scrutinize the unyielding tightness of his handhold. Roy forcefully accelerated his stride, dragging my frame inward until my shoulder blade was anchored directly against the contours of his torso. "It amounts to nothing more than a standard, comforting handhold between companions." The gaze he locked onto my features carried a deep, simulated warmth that attempted to touch my emotional core. "I am fully briefed on the reality that your internal network is currently incapable of reciprocating the exact baseline of my romantic devotion. But at minimum... I implore you to grant me a microscopic opening within the fortress of your heart."

Then a slow, soft smile spread across his lips- the kind that made him look almost human, almost gentle, even though I knew the darkness still lurked just beneath. “Whatever you want, baby,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “A movie sounds perfect.” He got up and browsed through the streaming apps on the TV. “What kind do you want? Action? Thriller? Or something soft?” “Romcom,” I said quietly, already changing into my soft silk shorts and a loose top. The fabric felt cool against my still-sensitive skin. I climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over my legs. Tristan chose a popular romantic comedy and dimmed the lights before sliding into bed beside me. He immediately pulled me between his