Summer Kisses Novels & Stories

The kiss was everything—hot, sweet, with a touch of desperation, as if we were trying to make up for the time we’d spent apart. A loud throat-clearing interrupted us. I pulled away from Peter, my face flushed, and saw Summer standing a few feet away, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. “Sorry to interrupt the lovebirds, but can someone explain what’s going on here?” she said, her voice torn between amusement and confusion. “Annie, you just declared war on Madison over this guy, and now you’re… what? Dating him? Who is he, anyway?”

And the photo of them sharing a lunchbox on set didn't have any dining atmosphere, let alone intimacy. As she continued to read, she couldn't help but laugh. She immediately called Calvin. Calvin answered the phone quickly this time. She deliberately adopted a stern tone. "Mr. Calvin, do you have an explanation for me?" Calvin was puzzled. "Explanation for what?" "I Want Summer" is about to air, featuring Julia in a bikini with the CEO being intimate!"

She gave both men a sly smile before stepping closer to Shawn, her gaze dark and predatory. Without warning, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, slipping her tongue past his lips in a slow kiss. When she pulled away, Dan laughed, shaking his head. "Guess you're free to play around now that Kaia's out of the way." Summer let out a soft, teasing laugh, sliding her hand down Shawn's chest and letting her fingers drift lower until they rested against his growing member. She pressed against him, her hand grazing his groin through his trousers as she looked over her shoulder, watching for her drink. "It doesn't matter," she purred. "He's mine to fuck as I want."

You'd think she was the one turning 18 with how giddy she was. I went to my room, freshened up, and took my time getting dressed. I slipped into a soft white romper that clung comfortably to my frame, hugging me in all the right places without trying too hard. The hem reached just mid-thigh, and the halter neckline tied into a dainty little bow behind my neck. It didn't show off much cleavage, but it was backless, perfect to keep things breezy. The wavy pattern on the fabric reminded me of soft ocean ripples. Perfect for a summer beach party.

When they had gone far enough, she turned to smirk at me. Then, taking off Larry's scuba mask, she wrapped herself around Larry like a koala to a tree and jammed her lips on his. Larry was stunned for a moment, but he soon got into it and kissed her back. Seeing that, their buddies quickly made a circle around them, taking photos with their phones repeatedly. I watched from the distance, unaffected as Larry and Heidi kept swapping spit, my eyes fixed on Heidi's groin. None of them noticed the crimson slowly seeping out of Heidi's bikini, spreading into the water toward the sharks.

Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand? His hand shifts, slides slightly higher, unroll it, resting just above my knees. My breath stutters. No one. notices, but I do. Oh, I do. “Spontaneity.” He says before I can speak. The word is calm, controlled, like that moment wants anything more than a witch encounter. I swear I was spelled. Someone hexed me in some third-dimensional realm, forcing me to slam my lips against his clam-like ones. ‘If clams could kiss like him….’ No….no, Charlotte.

Desmond Branson in a luxurious mansion located opposite a small island in the city of Carson the capital city of Nevada. in one of the bedroom April Branson, Desmond wife lay on her back with her legs separated up in the air. on top of her was Maximus her personal assistant thrusting hard into her accompanied with sounds of moans and groans and skin slapping each other. Desmond was just returning from the eighteenth years remembrance of Tashaster and Benjamin organized by his mother was startled or rather confused, Desmond walked in fast strides towards the direction where the noise was coming from and pushed the door opened.

She asks laughing. “I don’t have one.” I say sighing deeply. “You don’t? Then what am I to you?” Knox says behind me. I close my eyes cussing him out. Why is he doing this to me? We are not together. I open my eyes and find Summer looking up at him in shock. She has this weird have half smile, half sadness on her face. “Hi.” He says pulling a chair to sit next to me. He kisses me on my cheek and I hear Summer taking in a huge gulp of air. Knox wants to kill this girl.

There wasn't a soul for miles, but the idea of doing it out in broad daylight had a delicious naughtiness to it. He released the tension of his kiss, causing my skin to sting. I hoped he hadn't left too much of a hickey, especially since I couldn't get away with wearing a turtleneck in the Caribbean. He blew on the now incredibly sensitive skin, chuckling as I shivered and goosebumps raced down my arms. It almost hurt when he kissed the spot again, trailing his tongue down the curve of my shoulder and distracting me while he untied my top. My cute swimsuit fell away before I had a chance to press it up. I didn't fight him as he untied the back string and left me completely exposed in front o

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.