Novel & Cerita Summer Kisses

The delivery-app price war ended up being the smoking gun that proved my husband was cheating. A man who drank nothing but premium craft coffee somehow had a Dunkin’ iced coffee bag sitting in his car. After catching me staring at it, he explained, “The new receptionist at work gave it to me. She said there was some promotion going on and the drinks were ridiculously cheap, so she bought too many and offered me one. I only accepted it because I didn’t want to be rude.” I looked at him with amusement. “Is she pretty?” Hearing the sarcasm in my voice, Carter Freeman snapped. It was out of character. “If you’re going to keep acting jealous for no reason, get out of my car!” It seemed that

Summer waved before she turned around and headed to the hotel. But she had just taken a step forward when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. Then, she was pulled back with some force as a big palm cupped her face. Then, a kiss that was deeper than on the beach landed on her lips. Summer immediately froze. The area was particularly bright, and people could walk by at any moment. If anyone did, they would likely be Kristen's staff. Thankfully, the kiss had been deep but brief. Mason quickly let go of her. His beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with a thousand emotions as he said in a soft and gentle voice, "Good night."

Daisy advised worriedly, “Don’t you dare think about saving money on plane tickets and let my granddaughter suffer.” “Okay. Okay. I got it!” Summer replied hurriedly. Throughout the journey to the airport, she had heard these words multiple times so she could memorize them instinctively. For quite a long while, they carried Charlotte in their arms. It was only when the boarding time was nearing did Daisy and Solomon leave. As the boarding announcement was broadcasted, Summer turned around. As she was about to hold Charlotte’s hand and walk, she felt a huge force pulling her. Then she was pushed to a pillar. Even before she could react to what was happening, her lips were locked in a kiss.

I scoffed and looked at Summer from head to toe, grabbing the nearest champagne flute and said in the blandest tone I could muster, “You’re not my type.” She batted her long lashes at me as I took a huge sip of the bubbly alcohol. “That’s a lie, and we both know it, Damon.” My hand clenched underneath the table, hearing her say my name. “How?” Summer leaned closer, her musky vanilla perfume making me want to pull away because it was so damn exotic and addictive. Why the fuck did they have to put the chairs so close to each other? My knee kept bumping against her leg and it was infuriating. “If I wasn’t your type, you wouldn’t kiss me like you wanted to devour me in public,” she whispered, he

I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his excitement growing. His mouth covered mine, his lips soft and wet with the ocean. The salt water flavored his kisses, giving him a new taste that I could never hope to get enough of. I licked my lips, tasting his salt water kisses. This is what heaven was like. He pulled me closer, our skin pressing together so that not even a single drop of water could fit between us. He was so warm and strong, my insides melting with fresh want. I would have taken him right there. I would have let him fill me and let my body sing his praise, but an old married couple was walking down the beach.

he pleaded. “Then don’t call me at all, that’ll be easy for you.” Sieghal’s response made Kenna pout. His lips pursed, and his slightly reddish cheeks puffed up, just like a kid sulking. It looked cute, but Sieghal thought it was out of place for someone in their twenties. “Alright, I won’t ask again. But I’ll find out eventually since we’ll be sailing together for three months,” Kenna said, regaining his enthusiasm.

We drove in the car in silence, my driver told me that we would enter from the back and I held Summer's hand kissing it and she looked pained, I mind-linked her, "What's wrong?" She said, "Just remember that Summer loved you," and I was confused that she was talking in the third person but let it slide, she was in a coma for a while and what happened to her was traumatic. We entered from the back entrance, Summer kissed me on the lips, and I smiled, her scent was amazing, I kissed her mark as she giggled. I grabbed her ass saying, "Maybe a good time later," and she said, "I will think about it since you had Savi earlier," and I said, "Right, tomorrow then?" Forgetting about earlier, I was al

" Aiden tossed the phone down with a grunt after sending back a simple **🔪🔪🔪** and returned her attention fully upon the extremely good-looking man still, by some divine intervention, taking up space in her bed. # After another round in bed and another sultry encounter in the shower where she more than returned the favor from his delicious wakeup call, Aiden was at last dressed in a simple black two-piece swimsuit and sarong skirt. Her hair was pulled back in a long, heavy braid and she'd just finished rubbing in some sunscreen before taking extra time and care to help Mitch with his, somehow turning it into a mini massage that had him unable to keep his hands to himself. That he was clad

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

“We don’t have time to waste.” One by one, they marched out, their boots thumping against the floor. Of course, Amara was last. Her hips swayed, giving off that same silent challenge she always did. She paused at the door, stealing a quick glance back at me—just for a second, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of confidence and mischief. It was infuriating. Then she was gone, vanishing down the hallway. That left just me and Aleksander in the silence. He sighed through his nose, arms crossed. “You’re playing with fire, Viktor.”