Two Night Stand Book Novels & Stories

It was already 10:00 AM, and Liam was standing outside the door. How on earth did I sleep so deeply? I stood up and called out to her, but I got no response. Last night, I kept using the fake name she gave because didn’t want to get her spooked. But not anymore. I’m using her real name this morning, she needs to know that I know everything. I checked the bathroom and balcony but she wasn’t there, I couldn’t even find any of her things lying around. It’s right to assume that she had left this room while I was asleep. I guess she meant it when she said that she wanted this to be a one-night stand. I don’t usually sleep this deeply, I guess I got drained last night. I was hoping to have a few w

Flushing with heat, I said, the feeling of being silly standing with the oversized clothes that once belonged to him was bursting within me with each passing moment. "You apologize for everything, and when it is no need to," He said before returning the book on its rightful place with the other stacks of books on the small nightstand on the corner before his long legs started striding towards the ante bathroom. Standing utterly alone in the large room, I did not know what else to do. Was I to wait for him? sleep? Where? Surely, not in the large bed. I was not going to sleep on it with him. Was I? Walking around the room in confusion and bewilderment, I stopped before the small nightstand whe

At first she'd wondered how that could possibly work, but, oh-em-gee, it had worked. Not paying attention to the babble that filled her head, Sabrina fished around in her nightstand and set two dildos, one big, one small, a vibrator and the Ohmibod she'd worn on their first anniversary date. She probably wouldn't use them while jilling but Kyle would see them and know she was giving him permission to drive her insane—because insane is what she'd be if she let him put that Ohmibod in her before their dinner date.

Of course, it can't be, and I hold on to the last hope that it's not him since he hasn't turned his face to me. But of course, it is. It's him. The only man I've thought of the past few months, that's had me writhing in bed at 3 am without being able to tell Jose what's going on. The man who in one night, spoilt me for any other man. I see him as he turns his face towards me. His lips are still so familiar even though we're miles apart, his hands tough and soft at the same time, I see the texture from where I stand. His face, his body, oh God and such a beautiful body it is, I remember how he held me so tightly thrust after thrust, how he held me as if I were a princess, how he whispered swe

I stood up from the couch and went to my office, grabbing the appointments book that held all of his important meetings, deadlines, and tasks. I left my office and headed to Cassian's. I knocked before opening the door. "Come in," he said. I entered his office and smiled. "Just wanted to remind you that you have a meeting with Mr. Cheng at one thirty this afternoon, at Eleven Madison Park. I made a reservation," I said. "Thanks for reminding me. Can you make me some coffee, brewed coffee?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. "Thanks," he said, focusing on something on his computer.

I felt as if I were standing on two separate cliffs, and the bridge between them was fragile. The night felt long, even though the clock's hands only ticked by a fraction. The bedside table lamp cast a soft light, just enough to keep the pages of the book in my hands legible. Dylan sat in the chair by the window, the position he always chose when he was reading with me. His hands moved occasionally—either smoothing his hair or lightly tapping the back of the chair with his fingers. I read, but my eyes couldn't quite grasp the words. Another thought filled the empty space in my head, the desire to say something. I want the world to know about us.

At this point, I think there’s a good reason to think the universe is punishing me for what I did last night. Guilt was already eating me up for having a one night stand, even though Kane cheated on me first, we weren’t broken up. I stoop to his level, actually lower because he didn’t do it with my aunt. My heart slammed painfully against my chest at the knowledge of what I just did, I felt sick to my stomach. “Your friend?” His deep voice, the same familiar voice that moaned naughty things in my ear last night. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed for the train of my thoughts, I briefly looked down, ignoring his outstretched hand. I didn’t trust myself enough to touch him, hell! I wanted to get

Or get his dick in me again. The image of Dorian Reed's dick flashes into my head and I try to push it aside. Dorian was a one-time deal, I tell myself. That's the whole point of a one night stand...you never have to see the person again. Of course, most one night stands don't then show up on your front doorstep to live with you for the summer. It was one time only. One time that happened to be really fucking good. Like, mind-blowingly good. The kind of thing you read about in dirty books.

I immediately went back to the file to figure out what the prosecution already knew, and exactly what was needed to be spilled for the case to be airtight. As I pondered on a piece of information that I came across in the file, I immediately noticed that there was a booklet that was left on the table. ‘That wasn't there when we came in,’ I said to myself as it became clear that someone might have accidentally left it on the table. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to remember the person that was seated in the chair next to the book, and immediately opened them with a sigh when I remembered that it was none other than Daniel.

After hours of anxiously waiting for Marcus to arrive, I hear the familiar rapping at my windowsill, and my heart skips a beat before thrumming in excitement. Marcus is here. Without even thinking about it, I jump out of my bed and hurry to the window, flinging it open to the window balcony where Marcus is standing, watching me.