Spicy College Romance Books Novels & Stories

I’m conjuring up thoughts on whether to shove whatever's in there inside the trash bin or just devour it. I pick it up and open the lid, a fresh aroma of chicken spaghetti and salad fills the air and I couldn't hold onto my anger anymore. I find the fork attached to the food box and start eating like a madwoman. I can't believe what a wild mess my life has turned into, or worse, how to handle the two men in my life. One is my infuriating husband, and the other is this dangerously tempting stranger who thinks I’m his ex girlfriend. And he's refused to leave me alone.

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa

not stopping each other from running away in an argument. It's warm and comforting and anchoring them both right here in this space together when Andre says, “all those feelings i've been swallowing this week are reaching the surface” he tugs Dylan’s hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it several times, “I really love you, Dylan and I can’t wait to spend so many more days learning about the you that exists outside of university life.” Andre clears his throat and blinks several times to keep the traitorous tears back, “starting with the fact that you apparently have a luxurious taste in school supplies.” "I do not!” Dylan kicks his foot playfully.

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“I mean, he’s just Dad to me. Handsome, sure, but I’ve seen him in dad mode too many times, burning pancakes, embarrassing me with corny jokes, the whole thing.” I nodded like I understood, but my mind was still replaying the way Bruce’s shirt stretched across his shoulders when he leaned down to place the tray. The faint scent of his cologne that drifted past when he walked by. The low timbre of his voice. We spent the next hour talking about books, the new romance novel we both pretended not to be obsessed with, and college plans. But every time I heard footsteps in the hallway, my stomach flipped. Later, when Anna went downstairs to grab drinks, I stepped out of her room to find the bathr

We both chuckled. He pulled me closer, gripping my hair as he planted a lingering kiss on my lips. With passion and fervour, I tore his shirt like a wildcat, engaging in a passionate and deep kiss. My hands roamed freely over his bare chest while he slid his hands beneath my top. A shiver ran through me as his chilly hands contact with my burning skin, fuelling my desire. He unhooked my bra, his hands exploring my bare back, driving me to the brink of madness with his touch. Oh God, it felt incredible.

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.

His handwriting was neat and bold, just like him. She picked up the water first, taking a long sip. It was room temperature, perfect for her queasy belly. Then the honey water… sweet and soothing, easing the rawness in her throat. A smile tugged at her lips despite herself. Damn him for being too sweet. In between pulling on a comfy polo from his wardrobe and brushing her wet hair, she took swigs of both drinks until each glass was empty. The polo was oversized on her, hanging down to her thighs like a dress. It smelled like him… fresh laundry and that cologne he wore. She ran the brush through her tangles, wincing at the knots but feeling more human with each stroke.

Body, soul, and mind. My thumb rubbed her clit in slow, sensual strokes while my tongue slid into her warm, wet hole, and she moaned out my name in the most sexy way ever. “God, Trevor…” I spanked her ass again, my hand print very evident from how hard the spank was, and she let out a choked moan. Her hands gripped the desk tightly but I wasn't done yet. Not until she came in my mouth. “S-sir, I think I'm gonna c-cum, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum—” Her words were cut short when I spanked her one more time and that seemed to tip her over.

“You look flushed.” “I’m fine,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “Just the pasta is spicy.” Alexander pulled his foot back finally, but his eyes burned into me. “Yeah, real spicy tonight.” We kept eating, conversation flowing about classes and the university. Brady told funny stories about his roommate, making everyone laugh. But every time he looked at me too long, Alexander would find a way to touch me under the table. A brush of fingers when passing salt. His knee against mine. After dessert, Mom and Dad cleared plates. “You kids hang out. We’ll do dishes.”