Romans & histoires Spicy Holiday Romance Books

My chest rose and fell with each wavering exhale. It felt dirty seducing him like this when it had been obvious he was avoiding it. But I didn’t care, a woman had needs, especially under the cloak of a marriage. I let him burn away the lace from my skin, twice over. The hum of the AC and our heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. “I’m not hungry for food.” I twirled a stray lock with my finger, sweeping his body with my thirsty gaze. “What are you hungry for, gattina?”

Her voice sounded irritated, and rage was setting in. "Oh no, dear, I'm lost; please elaborate," I scoffed, obviously surprised by her stupid idea of helping me get back my sexual stimulation. "Remember your therapist said if you try something out of the ordinary, you can be lucky, baby girl. No man wants to be with a lady who can't be sexually aroused." I rolled my eyes. "And you think this stupid, steamy Christmas vacation will help me? Look, baby girl, Jasper and I have tried everything for the last two years to get me sexually excited, even drugs. C'mon, name it; nothing worked!" She sighed, abruptly standing up from the couch; she bore her eyes down at me. "Why are you like this?" she s

New York Tara stood in her kitchen, barefoot, wearing one of her Christmas themed green sweaters, her hair tied carelessly at the back of her head. The window above the sink was fogged from steam, and the smell of chicken stew filled the apartment. She didn't really enjoy cooking, but somehow today feels different. It was Christmas morning. She stirred the pot slowly, absentmindedly, then checked the rice on the other burner. Everything was going well. Her spicy chicken sauce for the grilled chicken was ready. She checked the timer, there was still time.

I couldn't put our friendship at risk one more time. But I confess that conviction was fading every time I looked at her. " So, what was the problem? " Izzy asked as she filled the coffee pot. " Problem? " You said you had a problem at work yesterday, and problems in the kitchen are usually my specialty " she smiled. I forced a smile, putting aside for a moment my attraction to her as I remembered all the frustration of yesterday. " "The chef has decided to make a special menu for Christmas, so we'll only have a few days to come up with an original recipe for the menu," I explained.

However, before I could say anything, Ryan chimed in coldly, "She can't handle spicy food. Although you were quite close during college, you still don't understand her taste..." "Mr. Frost." Jane tried to defend me with a smile on her face. "Who have you been paying attention to during the three years that you were married? Charlotte loves spicy food!" My heart ached. Jane was right. Who had Ryan been paying attention to? I had always accommodated him, but he had never cared about what I truly liked. Ryan furrowed his brow slightly. There was a hint of obscurity in his gaze, "You like spicy food?" "Yes." As I spoke, I peeled a shrimp and placed it in my mouth, swallowing it slowly, staring i

"Umm, I don’t know, tall, diamond face shape, stubble beard, lazy smile..." With the way Gracie looked at me, I already knew I wasn’t going to like her next question. "And he can do it so well..." She cleared her throat and looked down at my lap. "I'm talking down there." "Oh, Goodness." Embarrassment filled my features. "Gracie..." "I'm sorryyyy. It just feels like you're the main character in a dark romance book, and you know..." I eyed her, and she chuckled, blowing me a kiss. I cleared my throat and offered her an answer. "Well... The sight of his dick alone got me salivating. He's very clean and trim down there and he knows his angles."

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He tastes like peppermint and high-end whiskey–a dangerous and intoxicating cocktail. For one second, I forget where I am and let myself feel. Then reality comes crashing back when the whole room explodes in cheers and applause. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ANAHERA?! My eyes snap open. Fingers splayed over soft wool, I’m ready to shove him off all the way to New Year’s day but I don’t even get a chance to use my force. One second, I’m being kissed by the best lips of my life. The next, there is a roar of rage that sounds like a grizzly bear’s and someone rips the warmth away from me.

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“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.