Social Interaction Trainer Romance Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I just got into bed when the intercom rings and the attendant says she's coming up! My cock was already ready, anticipating the spectacular fuck it would have. I go to the door and at the first ring of the company, I already open the door! I don't even care if she realized I'm anxious, as soon as she enters I already took her in my arms, with a kiss full of passion. She soon tries to push me away, but I don't let her, she struggles with me, and finally I reluctantly let her go. Soon she starts to speak:

Ugh, this damn mating bond has me ungoddessly clingy. "Of course, we all need to change clothes, anyways. Meet us on the benches by the training grounds whenever you're ready" Gemma says and all the girls nod I hand Sophie back the pastry that I only left two bites of and she flips me the bird before I run off to Roman's office. When I get there, he's staring intently at his computer. All I ever see this man do is deskwork. No wonder all Alpha's are grumpy. He looks up when I walk in, and pulls his chair away from his desk so I can sit on his lap. I slide onto him and kiss him deeply.

“The one you called cold and intimidating.” The short distance made their breaths caress each other. They exchanged warmth even without significant contact. Only their eyes locked as Lucas revealed his honesty. “As usual, there's always an exception for everything.” *

But Tristan quickly filled another flute and held it in front of him, just between us. “To love,” he said, and clinked our glasses together. “To love,” I murmured and tasted the wine. God, was it simply luxuriant. I clasped my hands in front of me, eyes shining. “So, Mr. Romantic. What are we doing?” Tristan smiled again, leaning close as his lips played with the words in my ear. “I have an entire itinerary planned. First,” his voice went lower and his eyes burned darkly, “I’m going to feed you with my meat.”

I say and bound up the stairs. I quickly get dressed and when I come back downstairs, I see Quirin talking to one of the female warriors in our pack. I’ve watched my mate for a long time, watched how he interacts with she-wolves, so I’m not concerned with how he’s interacting with her. I am, however, concerned about her flirtatiousness with my mate. I can tell she’s using something that happened in training to get my mate to touch her, having him walk her through how to get out of some hold. A growl escapes me before I even realize what Echo is going to do.

I say, setting a cup down on the table with a soft tap, “because the tension is obvious, and I’m not talking about the kind you solve with words.” John arches a brow at me, Demon gives that faint smile that barely curves one corner of his mouth, and though neither replies immediately, I notice their shoulders almost touch as they move in that small space, as if they’re already measuring the distance between them. Later, when I suggest training in the living room “so we don’t get rusty,” I do it with the calculated intention of putting them in situations where contact isn’t accidental but inevitable. I have them take turns practicing holds and escapes, and I, seated on the couch, become an at

My Married Trainers Keep Turning Me Into A Dripping, Desperate Mess I’m supposed to be a professional. But right now, as I walk into the ship’s luxury gym in my tiny black sports bra and tight grey shorts, my pussy is already throbbing with shame and anticipation. For the past two weeks, Ryan and Sophia Thompson have been “training” me during my three-hour guest period. They’re one of the richest couples on the cruise — late thirties, stunning, and dangerously seductive. Ryan is tall, ripped, with a deep voice that makes my knees weak. Sophia is pure sex — toned body, perky fake tits, and a dominant stare that makes me feel like prey.

Every step that she took towards Roth with her stilettos seemed to be crushing Tristan’s heart, but he knew he was not able to do anything, because just then Roth spotted her walking toward himself, and smirked encouragingly. Tristan's heart sank as he saw them clutching each other’s hands dancing together, catching all the beats, her shaking her booty and him doing all the steps. He saw them chatting and laughing, Roth’s hands starting to feel her body here and there with encouragement from her end, as she gave him slutty smiles and occasional ‘accidental’ rubs on his cock over his pants. Tristan soon had his chance when Roth excused himself and moved to the counter near Tristan to get a re

I might be a class-A asshole, but having anyone believe that Trish was cheating on her new man was out. "Riley and her date." She moved away from me and seemed to be studying them. "I've watched lots of romance films in my life. You know, trying to get better. I swear I can do just about anything but fake lust." "Yep. You do suck at faking the sexy stuff." I laughed as she yelped and popped me in the stomach playfully. "You turd." She turned back toward the floor. "I shouldn't help you for that."