What Is A Closed Door Romance Novels & Stories

Matt didn’t move for a second after the knock. “Matt?” Maya’s voice came again, louder this time. Jordy stepped back, his breathing still uneven, his mind scrambling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Matt finally turned toward the door, running a hand through his hair before unlocking it. The door opened. Maya stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “Why was your door locked?” Matt leaned casually against the frame like nothing had happened. “Privacy exists, you know.”

The moment the door clicked shut, the careful walls they had maintained shattered. He didn't give her a chance to speak, to think, to regret. He backed her against the door, his body caging hers, his hands framing her face as his mouth descended on hers. She melted into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. He nipped at her bottom lip, demanding entrance, and she opened for him with a moan. His tongue delved into her mouth, stroking against hers, claiming her, consuming her. One hand slid down her throat, feeling her pulse hammering beneath his touch. The other tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He licked into her mouth, drinking down her whimpe

"I was wrong, James. Please let me go." Just then, a rough and masculine voice resounded from outside. "Emily Hill! Don't think that I don't know that you're hiding here! How dare you seek out another man after spending my money, you bitch." The newcomer was the son of a factory owner in town. He kicked the door open, frowning when he laid eyes upon the scene. "I didn't know you liked to mess around with another man's woman, Captain Wesley. "Aren't you afraid of your reputation being dragged through the mud if this gets out? You're about to be married soon.

This woman was an exception. I remembered our wedding night. He'd called it an open marriage. A promise that we could have our games, but our hearts—and our family lines—were off-limits. Untouchable. The only rule. Once, a senator we worked with disrespected me. Said something crude. Before I could react, Damien had crushed his glass in his hand. Shards dug into his palm, blood dripping down. But he smiled at the terrified senator. "The Falcone family rule is no violence in business. But my rule is, no one disrespects my wife."

the guy whispered. "This is the guest room." she lied and he quickly disappeared into the walk-in closet. "Andra, I swear, if you don't open this door right now..." In a moment of courage, Andra opened the door and stepped outside to confront her fears. She shut the door behind her protectively and watched Dominic's hands gripping her partner's tie as his hazel eyes burned with fury. This was not how she had expected his return to be but she could not turn back the hands of time.

Her heart started to beat faster once she saw his long hand grabbing onto the knob of her door as he pushed the door, making it shut with a loud thud noise. She kept a frown on his face while he kept the same expression on his face. "Now, shall we decide who you really belong to?"

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

So, I did. Upon entering his room, I can’t believe it was made artistically using only a single color. WHITE. The wallpapers and the floor designs were crafted creatively. I thought he was one of the guys who prefer plain-colored rooms. My full attention went to him after he entered the room and closed the door. Wait. Why is he closing the door? I remained standing while looking at his every move. He gave me a glare that looked like a seducing one before going to his drawers. I don't know if I should think of something else, but that's what's happening to my mind right now. Dirty.

I got into it and stayed inside for a while. I got out from the bath minutes later and wore the bathroom robe I found in his washroom.I opened the washroom door and I saw Kingston half naked.His chest was bare showing his abs.A white towel was wrapped around his waist.I got out of the washroom and entered the room fully and he entered the washroom not sparing me a glance. I went for his room door and it was locked.He did not expect me to sleep with a bathroom robe .And it was my chance to leave the room but he locked it.