What Is A Closed Door Romance Novels & Stories

Closing and locking the door Romero turned her into his arms and kissed her passionately she melted against him kissing him back, ‘I will not wait to marry you, baby, you have two weeks to find your dress everything else is arranged. I am not letting you go this time.’ He lifted her and laid her on the bed, pushing her legs apart after tugging off her panties. ‘You. Are. Mine.’ He punctuated each word with a hard thrust hitting her G-spot each time making her gasp and cry out with pleasure, pinning her beneath him he thrust deeper and deeper, ‘Do you understand baby?’

Tall, handsome, in his early 40s, with salt-and-pepper hair and a deep voice that commanded attention. “Close the door, Emma,” he said quietly. My heart raced as I stood up and closed his office door, locking it. When I turned back, he was still watching me. “Sit on the couch,” he ordered. “And take off your panties.” I swallowed hard. This wasn’t the first time we’d crossed this line, but every time felt dangerous and thrilling. I reached under my skirt, slid my black lace panties down my legs, and stepped out of them. Then I sat on the leather couch across from his desk, knees together, hands in my lap.

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

BAD BOY The second I closed the door behind me, I was already hard as fuck. Damn. That woman was fire. Every time she opened her mouth to tell me no, every time she straightened her back and tried to act holy, it just made me want her more. The game wasn’t turning me off… it was turning me on. I could still see her sitting there on my couch, clutching that purse like it could protect her. Her thighs pressed tight together, her chest rising and falling like she was trying to breathe against a storm.

He entered the room, when he came across Ana, and he questioned her, "Where's she at?" She said, "Sir," and handed him a letter. As he opened and unfolded the letter, his heart was thumping against his chest. He inhaled deeply as he read what was written in the space. Meet me in the Playroom ,Dear Husband. He immediately took off his coat as he walked into the red room while beaming. He unlocked the door simply unbuttoning his shirt, and when he opened it, what he saw took his breath away. She took her hand gently in the direction of her clad pussy and stroked there while gazing at him as she lay there in black lingerie with her legs spread wide.

I immediately asked. “Is there a reason why it can’t be?” He asked. I know so very well that it is weird. I am a married woman; why should I have closed-door meetings? “If you were a man, you wouldn’t be so worried, right? Do not tell me that even you think women should not and cannot do what men do.” He said, and he cornered me there. Closed-door meetings are common and standard in classified projects like this between businessmen. How do I do closed-door meetings with a man as flirty and sensual as Romano?

When the doors closed, she let out a shaky breath, already aching. Room 1423. She knocked softly. The door opened almost immediately. Dominic pulled her inside, slamming it shut and pressing her against it in one fluid motion. His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation. Hands roamed—cupping her ass, sliding up her thighs, discovering her lack of underwear with a deep, approving groan.

Suddenly, my eyes flew to the door, and was in horror to see it halfway open. “Gosh, Babe, close the door,” I said frantically. He stopped what he was doing and looked at the door and cursed. He stood up carrying me, while my legs were wrapped around his hips. He gently closed the door as we reached it and then kissed me again aggressively. We ended up on the bed after both of us had been naked already. He was so passionate although rough from time to time as he pounced at me like a hungry wolf. His every pounce was deep and hard and I moaned not caring anymore that our son was just sleeping a bit away.

Their faces were filled with plenty of questions as they walked out of the room. They closed the door after them and she followed them immediately, locking the door with a bolt before turning around to see Liam standing a few inches away from her. He pulled her into a passionate, hot kiss before letting go. "You could have got us caught, please be careful" she berated him, chuckling as he grabbed her ass and pulled her forward, causing her cover-up drapey to fall, exposing her semi-naked body.

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt