Novel & Cerita Spicy College Romance Books

"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."

His words were like a promise, a promise of hunger and desire. His lips found mine, instantly parting them with his tongue. I melted away into his touch, his scent filling my lungs. The spark of our mate bond danced around my skin, only adding to my arousal, that could easily be smelled in the air. His large rough hands grabbed the back of my thigh, lifting it around his waist, the hardness behind his jeans, hitting my center.

Everything about him was nothing less than hot- his smile, the way he moves and his muscles flexes, his hair… my hands itched to run my fingers through it. My thighs pressed together, trying to ignore the warmth building there. It didn't work. If anything, the pressure made it worse. I was so confused why I felt this way for a guy that i barely knew except for his name- Wesley Chen. But my hand was already moving. < Three weeks earlier The first thing I noticed about college was the noise and the smell. The awful scented cleaner the janitors used in the dorm halls, the stale pizza crusts already piling up in the trash cans, and the people.

Mia blurts. The words take a second to land. “Resigning?” I raise a brow, masking the shock. “Yeah—the hottest professor on campus—” Her voice is drowned by the ringing in my ears. Kiera adds, “It’s all over the school forum… Professor Lucien’s fiancée—she worked here. No wonder he’s been so cold.” “She works here? Both of them… she and he… here?” I can’t help the words, my pulse spiking as they leave my lips.

” He asked but she kept quiet ” What’s the genre of the novel you’re reading?? ” He asked ” Michael don’t you think you should continue reading?? ” Lisa asked and faced him Michael smiled with the way her small lips parted while talking and suddenly got mad when he remember Rowan actually kissed her ,,,,what the hell?? ” Michael?? ” Lisa called making him come back to reality ” What’s the genre ” He asked ” I just said it’s romance,,but you were lost in thought, what are you thinking?? ” she asked

“I know. I’m just curious. You seem like the type who likes calm guys — you know, the sweet, reliable kind.” Felicity thought about Leon — about his sharp grin, his bad timing, the way he made her feel alive and uncertain all at once. “Maybe,” she said slowly. “But sometimes calm gets boring.” Charity tilted her head, smiling faintly. “Yeah. Sometimes the wild ones are the hardest to let go of.” Their eyes met briefly. Something flickered between them—an understanding neither of them wanted to name. Then Charity laughed softly and changed the subject, asking about class schedules and hostel food instead.

All in all, it was much more information than I wanted to know. In Mexico, I was such a 'downer' that the other students (all male) hated me. I got up early and finished late, never going to the night spots. The other guys, thrilled they could drink at 18 and not 21 like here, got tanked every night. On our last night, they all carried paper bags with bottles wrapped within. My best friend, Roger, brought me one too. On the flight home, the bottles safely stored in our luggage, I asked what they contained. He said they were 'spanish fly', the so-called aphrodisiac to end all that would get the most prudish babe to rip off her clothes and volunteer for anything. I hadn't known that, or I woul

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

Greetings To You, Good Readers: How are you? Hope you are doing good? So good to have you here, it means you are already loving the ride. Thanks! Do you love hot romance book? With sassy characters and scenes that will cause butterflies to swell in your tummy? Or you are the type that doesn't like this quick-quick light romance. Eat Me is for YOU! It has everything stored to make your day, weekend, holidays fun and exciting. This book will be edited as soon as it has been completed but so you know, the upper coming chapters are properly edited.