Steamy Small Town Romance Books Novels & Stories

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

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of hitting the horn. She was dressed in a delicious open-back low-cut red dress. She was a sight. Goddamn! My mind zoned out completely the whole drive to the restaurant. I would pilfer short glances at her. My eyes ravaged her body in a matter of milliseconds. What a woman! I thought. We walked into the restaurant, my heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as she laced her hand through mine. She looked absolutely stunning, a vision in her elegant dress that perfectly accentuated her graceful curves. Tonight was meant to be special, a date unlike any other. The kind of date where I could be free to say whatever I wanted and didn't have to

His brows furrowed, and just when he's about to go out in the room, Demie came out from the bathroom— on her red silk satin bathrobe that ends on her mid-thighs. Suddenly, the temperature in the room went hot. Sandro can't help himself but gaze upon an exquisite and ravishing woman in red in front of him. From her slightly open mouth that made him lick his lips, and his eyes followed the droplet of water from her wet hair that went to her visible cleavage. Sandro can see her round breasts that are under the bathrobe that made his c*ck screaming. And the mouth-watering sweet scent of Demie is urging Sandro to have a taste of it. And prove that they taste as sweet as they smell. Just by thinki

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Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.

I feel my whole body relax like it only does when she's close. "You don't need to be embarrassed about reading dirty books. I've been doing it for years." she says and my head pops up and I stare at her to determine how serious she is. But I don't sense even hint of joking. How interesting. "Really? What kind of books do you like?" I ask and watch with fascination as an adorable blush creeps up her face. "Um... mostly small town romance. Single dad, friends to lovers, next door neighbors, things like that." she says a little shyly making me chuckle.

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock press against my entrance — hot, thick, insistent. "Upstairs," I breathed. "Upstairs," he agreed. His room was at the end of the hall. Small. Clean. A double bed pushed against the wall, sheets twisted from sleep. Books stacked on the floor. A window open to the afternoon, the curtain lifting in a breeze that smelled like rain. He set me on the bed and crossed to the bathroom. I heard a drawer open. A wrapper tearing. When he came back, I pulled him down onto the bed and rolled on top of him.