Without Romance Novels & Stories

He would never get to her mentally. It was because she did not love him. Since she did not have romantic feelings for him, she would not feel the heartache, anger, or sadness. No matter how much he flaunted other women in front of her. Chris nodded and said to Paige, “I had dinner here with a friend.” “Oh.” Paige smiled and nodded at the woman beside Chris. “Hello.” Tanya Burns nodded back at Paige with a smile. “Hi.” Then… No one talked. Lisa, Annabelle, and Millie were outsiders to the conversation.

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.

I nudged him, snickering, and his brows arched as his eyes lit. "Me? I don't even have any girlfriends, and for fucking sake, I am still too young for that " he laughed, and I joined. "Your son will really need those fatherly tones you just used to advise me. At some point, I thought my father was the one speaking. One thing I want you to know is that I can't fall in love, and you see that wolf girl? There's nothing between us. If you want a proof, I can show you," I smirked, turning my face to the window.

Bella: “You’re really supporting this? Annie, come on!” Annie: “Think about it—two attractive people with a not so good history, forced into a marriage, under the same roof, pretending to be in love. Forced kisses, shared bed, vulnerability… of course attraction’s gonna build. Either sweet, romantic attraction, or the ‘I hate you so much I wanna fuck you’ kind. Totally normal.” Bella: “We are not in a romance book Nessa ! Here’s the thing, you’ve just been single and celibate too long, that’s it! How long has it been again?”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

he said. “Hmmm!” My mom sighed, “You know I don’t mean it that way. I can’t handle you and work at the same time.” “I am not saying you should combine work with romance. You can satisfy me and continue with your work. That’s all I am asking.” “Satisfy you? In how many minutes? See, that’s part of the problem. You don’t go in and out that fast. You take your time, and I don’t have much time today. Having sex with you is something that leaves me tired and saturated.”

He was ready to think outside the box and give his potential girlfriend the best sexual experience he could think of, and the Internet, coupled with the best-selling romantic series, was his go-to to acquire more knowledge about the woman's body, how to go about it, and how to satisfy it. When his ex had called him ‘boring,’ it wasn't just limited to his general lifestyle. It had to do with their sex life. She had wanted more, and he had just limited offers to give out, and he knew, without being told, that it was among the reasons why she left, arguably. She had wanted that hardcore, nasty, and wide type of sex, and Eugene had little or none of such to offer. “You ask how I speak French so

“That they’re boring as hell?” “I just enjoy true stories, no matter what the subject is.” “So do I,” I reply. “That’s why I like romance. Love is real.” He chuckles into his glass as though he finds that amusing. I glance at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Rom-coms are about as far from real life as possible. I bet you’re also the type who reads trashy romance novels.” I stare at him blankly. I think I hate this man. “I do, actually... and if you really want to know, I’m watching Magic Mike XXL after this so I can watch gorgeous men take their clothes off.”

It might or might not have something to do with the way Roman Marsh’s eyes track my nipples through cotton when he hands me the car keys. Serena is crouched beside the couch. She’s thirty-four. Dark hair, red lips, a body that makes me question things about myself I’m not ready to answer. She smells like champagne and Chanel and her fingers are warm on my bare thigh and she’s not moving them. Roman is in the doorway with his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up and his arms crossed over a chest that belongs in a cologne ad. Thirty-seven. Jaw like a verdict. He’s watching his wife’s hand on my leg with an expression I can’t decode.

I ignored the amusement in his voice. “First, this is strictly physical. Nothing more.” I said. “We don’t have any claims on each other outside sex, so don’t ask me where I am or what I’m doing, when we are not together.” “Agreed.” “I’m not finished.” He raised both hands. “I’m listening.” “No relationship. No dates, no romantic gestures, no pretending we’re something we’re not.” “Are you going to ban me from opening doors for you too?” “If you do it with romantic intentions, absolutely.”