Spicy Book Recs Novels & Stories

“You order since you’re paying. I’ll have whatever you decide.” I gave a half-pint smile. “Do you have any allergies? Mushroom? Basil?” He shook his head, and I said, “We’ll have two mushroom risottos. Can you make sure there’s no thyme?” “Are you allergic to thyme?” Adonis questioned. I nodded. “Two spaghetti pomodoro e basilico and a caprese salad with pesto sauce. You’re okay with Pesto sauce, right?” Adonis nodded to the latter. “Any desserts?”

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

Now. Instead of horror, a sick, intoxicating heat flooded my system. The taboo had just been reinforced with a steel frame. I looked at the bookshelf, imagining Silas on the other end, his expensive suit rumpled, his eyes wide with a depraved hunger. I wanted to destroy him with the sight of us.

When she asked him what kind of books he liked, Christian answered slowly. “No matter how many times I get asked that question, the answer is always the same. My favorite book is ‘Meditations on Quixote’ by Jose Ortega y Gasset. Every time I read it, I fall in love with it all over again. You should try it too when you get a chance. I think you might also like ‘I Am Not I’ by Juan Ramon. Lorca’s poems are also very memorable.” This was a night she could never forget.

In the middle of the night, after Conrad drifted off with his arms around me, I couldn't help but slip out to the study. The way he used to whisper Jenny's name in bed, along with the photo albums and love letters I found on his computer, shattered whatever hope I still had. Still, our seven years together meant something. We'd shared too many sweet moments for me to just walk away. I stepped up to the small safe on the desk. It felt like Pandora's box, full of mystery and danger.

I couldn't resist teasing him. Gustaf frowned as he walked, looking disconcerted by this slip of the tongue. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like to eat what everyone else would eat, you can order whatever you want when you arrive, and... "I love burgers, but a lot of the guys I've dated don't find a woman eating a burger sexy "I explained, receiving an amused look in return. "Izzy, I'm a cook. What I find sexy is someone eating well and enjoying their meal. Especially if it's something I've prepared.

With her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, Jessica didn't notice the arrival of her boss until it was too late. “Good morning, Jessica.” At the sound of Mr. Ryan's deep, faintly amused tone, Jessica jumped in her chair and promptly spilled coffee over the third sex scene of the book. Shit. “Uh, good morning, Sir.” She fumbled under her desk for some tissues while her face heated to the color of a tomato. “Is there something you would like me to do?”

I scrolled through the limited selection of DVDs—mostly action flicks and thrillers that made me know it was his taste, until one caught my eye. Fifty Shades of Grey. I'd heard about it from friends back home, all giggles and whispers about the steamy scenes, but I'd never watched it because of my sheltered life and all that. Tonight, with frustration bubbling under my skin and that lingering heat I felt from Viktor's earlier grab, it felt like the perfect rebellion. I popped it in, cranked the volume high to drown out the silence of the cabin, and settled onto the couch, pulling a blanket over my lap for some semblance of coziness.