Romans & histoires What Does Closed Door Romance Mean

I saw her whispering something to me, “I’ll leave the door slightly ajar for you. That way, you’ll better understand what I do with your husband behind closed doors.” With a mischievous wink, she finally said, “You know, Luna, no one gets a glimpse of what transpires between us behind closed doors. Everyone’s curiosity piques about the secrets concealed within those locked walls. Yet, I grant you access to the rendezvous between a seductive beauty like myself and your attractive husband. Consider it restricted access. However, if we climb up the bed, you wouldn’t be able to see it since it’s located in the left corner.”

Someone struck the other side of the door. “I know what you two are doing!” Cole shouted. “The walls are still thin!” I broke the kiss, laughing against Leon’s mouth. “Should we stop?” he whispered. I looked at the ring on my finger before tightening my arms around him. “Never.” Leon carried me out of the workout room and toward our bedroom while Cole continued complaining behind us. Once we were inside, I kissed Leon and closed the door myself. This time, I wasn’t closing it to hide what we were doing. I was closing it because the rest of the world no longer had a place between us.

The lake moved, the afternoon advanced, the fallout settling into something like normal, like routine, like the boring real they'd wanted and couldn't quite reach. "I can live with that," he said finally. "The different love. The closed door. The trying that might fail, again, as long as—" He stopped, found her eyes, direct. "As long as my door is open. For you. For this. For the maybe, probably, I think that becomes certainty, eventually, if we don't mess it up too badly." "Your door is open?"

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

Pushing stray hair from my face he lowered his lips to mine. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you too.” Smiling against my lips I deepened the kiss only for a knock at the door to interrupt. “Cleo sweet are you ready?” Athena’s voice came from outside the door. As the doorknob went to open Roman realised he hadn’t locked it. Using his air element, he clicked the lock preventing her from entering. The last thing I needed was for my mother-in-law to see me like this.

After pulling her inside, he closed the door and pinned her back against it. He held both her hands above her head against the closed door, gripping her wrists with one hand while his other hand pressed against the door beside her. His avid gaze lingered on her slightly parted lips before slowly gliding down to her throat, settling on her cleavage, and then returning to meet her gaze. Her heart was in a whirlwind, beating loudly in her chest as she met his possessive gaze, her skin warming up. Within the next second, Roman's lips came crashing down on her's, seizing her lips in claiming kiss. He nipped at her lips, coaxing her to open her sweet mouth for him, as his hand settled on her waist

“Game?” “Yes.” Lyra tapped her own sternum, then gently touched Luna’s. “It’s called ‘doors.’ When you feel buzzing here, you imagine a door. If you want to listen, you open it a tiny bit. If it’s too loud or scary, you close it and come find me or Daddy. Understand?” Luna’s forehead creased. “I can close you?” she asked, a little horrified. “Out?” “If you need to,” Lyra said, ignoring the little sting that phrasing carried. “Closing the door doesn’t mean you don’t love us. It just means you need quiet. Like when you put your hands over your ears when Rhea sings.”

I carefully withdrew my hand, feeling my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I had been living alone on the third floor of this old apartment complex. Almost everyone else in the block had already left, and I was one of the last few people to still be living here, and it was all because of this door. After having my place robbed a few years ago, I spent a fortune having this military-grade steel security door installed. If my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, really brought those debt collectors with him, then I was never going to open the door for them at all. However, I had no way of confirming whether what the comments were saying was true.

I didn't know when he got that close. I heard the door close behind me. I had not closed it when I came in because of the assault of the scene before me on my senses. 'I don't mind that you are closing your eyes but I just love seeing those beautiful eyes when we pleasure you,' Roman said from behind me into my other ear. The heat from the both of them was so soothing that I just stood there with my eyes closed and let them undress me. Luckily enough, Roy was patient enough to not tear any of my clothing.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.