Novel & Cerita Steamy Fake Dating Romance Books

"Surprising, yet accurate. For example, I am aware that although you enjoy rainy days, you detest being caught in them without an umbrella. Despite your pretense of enjoying thrillers, you have a weakness for corny romantic comedies. And even if you're not aware of it, you always hum while you're focused.” With her fork hovering in midair, Linda gazes at him in utter shock. How can someone uninterested in her know all these things about her? And so accurately too. "How are you—" She gives a disbelieving shake of her head. "This is….Fred, I'm at a loss for words.”

She smirked bitterly as she read his message. From: Aidan Hi, baby. I miss you :( She could feel a hollow pit at the bottom of her stomach, making her heart clench in pain. How long will he still fool her now that she already knows the truth? She ignored his message and put her cellphone back inside her bag. She gritted her teeth. Every day, she always imagined herself being married to Aidan! Fuck that imagination! Aidan is really great at fooling people!

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

“I’ve been looking at you too, Mom. And at Jake. All of us… pretending we don’t feel it.” Sarah’s full lips parted. She didn’t hesitate. Her hand cupped my cheek, and then she kissed me—deep, hungry, nothing like a mother’s kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth, hot and wet, tasting of red wine. I moaned into her, my body lighting up as her other hand slid down my side, squeezing my waist before moving up to cup one of my tits through my tank top. She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Instead she ran her hand up my leg and began stroking my crotch. After a few seconds Gabby pulled away and leaned over me towards Rhea. They began kissing each other, just as they had done at the club, but this time I was between them, close enough to hear them breathe as their tongues moved into each other’s mouth. I slid my hands down each girls back. I squeezed Rhea’s ass through her dress with my left hand. With my right hand, I slipped my fingers into the back of Gabby’s jeans and underneath the thin black G-string she was wearing. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, pulling both girls even closer. By this point, both girls were rubbing what had become a significant bulge in my crotch, all

Mel interjects with a shocked look on her face. “I must admit that I thought the same thing about it when Reid suggested it. I mean, a fake romance just for my book? That just spells trouble, am I right? But the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. Office girl gets swept away in a whirlwind romance with the boss’s son. Doesn’t it sound like something you would read?” I ask her, and she crosses her arms in front of her. “Hmm. I guess it does sound intriguing. But what if, you know, you guys start developing feelings for one another?” She asks, picking up another chip from her plate and eyeing me. I shrug.

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

But Adrian… God, Adrian was pure temptation. He was twenty-one, a senior literature major — tall, athletic, with messy dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a quiet intensity that made my thighs clench every time he looked at me over the top of his laptop. For weeks he’d lingered at the front desk after closing, asking for book recommendations, his gaze dropping to my lips, my breasts, the way my skirt hugged my hips. The tension had been building in small, dangerous doses — his fingers brushing mine when I handed him books, the way he’d lean over the counter so close I could smell his cologne, the late-night texts about “research” that slowly turned flirtatious.

I licked my lips, my breath coming faster as I shifted forward in the chair. “Because it’s exactly what I picture with you,” I told him, my words spilling out raw. “I sit in your lectures pretending to debate literature but really I’m imagining you calling me to your office, locking the door, and making me hike my skirt up like this. Then you slide your hand between my legs, feel how fucking wet I am for you, and tell me in that calm voice how sloppy my thoughts are while you pump two fingers deep into me. I’d clench around them, Dr. Black, moaning like a whore while you correct every filthy idea in my head.” His jaw clenched visibly, and he stepped even closer. One hand came down to rest on