The Kissing Booth Book 1 Novels & Stories

Maybe even better with cushioned love seats, air tinged with something flowery and the walls a velvet red. I dragged Noel down on the seat, ignoring his yelp. We sat for a few seconds. Nothing. I gazed around. “Okay, so what happens next?” Noel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Hera, baby, this isn’t a Photo Booth.” I was sure my face reflected my confusion because Noel finally blurted out, “It’s a kissing booth.” I leaped out of the chair like my ass was on fire. “A k-kissing booth? W-why didn’t you warn me?”

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

Really? I wished so badly for the first time that I could speak, that the barrier in my mind would let up even once, so I could roar out a no, until grandmother reminded me of the stakes at hand…. As much as I want to say no to this idea to spite Charlotte, I have no choice but to agree. However, there’s no way I'm going to be tormented alone….she’s going in with me. “Oh, and I should add that the booth has to be secluded. People should be able to feel the mystery of it all, speculating if he did kiss anyone or not… if there are no cameras in there, it’s perfect.”

-Conner’s POV- I am completely dumbfounded. I thought I had had enough experience when it comes to women, but that kiss. That f*uckin’ kiss ignited all of my senses. I looked at the woman who just kissed me and I couldn’t do anything, but just shake my head in disbelief. This woman has changed a lot. She has gained so much confidence now than what she had before. When we first met, she was the confused and timid girl. She even asked me to help her from her troubles, but now, she can walk with her head held high and initiated a kiss to a man. I tried to recover from the shock I had and keep my cool, but as I flipped the pages of the magazine I was supposedly reading, the kiss we shared came b

Klaus’s hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was hungry and dominant, his tongue claiming mine as he backed me against the bookshelf. I moaned softly, my hands gripping his shirt. His other hand slid down my side, then under my uniform skirt, finding the edge of my panties. “So responsive,” he growled against my lips, pushing the lace aside and dragging two thick fingers through my already soaked folds. “You’re dripping, Sabrina,” he rasped, pushing both fingers inside me in one smooth motion. “On your first day cleaning my library, and your pussy is already soaked for your employer.”

She smells like roses and something sweeter. Slowly, I peel open my eyes, staring softly at her. We have that moment again and that is when I realize that I can’t keep fighting this. “Fuck it.” I growl slowly, pulling her towards the kissing booth. The booth is quiet, tucked away from the rest of the crowd. Velvet cushions line the bench, and the warm red light overhead casts a red glow on her face- her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and searching eyes. We sit down slowly, as if we both know what is going to happen.

I don't even let him ask what's happening, I simply grab his face and pull him down to plant a real kiss on him. It's not our first kiss, but it definitely feels like the start of something great. ✨ THE END ✨ ************* Thank you so much for reading my book. I really hope you enjoyed this unique universe and all the characters <3 Check out my profile for more books :}

I confessed grinding my cock against his tighs shamelessly as I kissed him harder, I could feel him smile against my lips as he rolled his hips forward, his jutti gly hard cock oressed against my own throbbing dick. “Boys? Where are you?” Phoebe's voice retorted in the hallway, her footsteps drawing close to us. We froze. The kiss broke instantly like a knot tied in the pit of my belly as color drained from his face. Reality slammed back in fast