An erotic romantic novel by the name of Monday.
As presented on the NaNoWriMo site:
It would only be one night. Donna had stated that very clearly. One wonderful, fun, and hot night. After that they were never to see each other again. Kyle had agreed.
And still, when they ran into each other weeks later, there was that same feeling. Refusing to go into any form of committed relationship they decide to meet once a week. Because however different they are, there's one way their minds, or bodies, are perfectly aligned. Once a week. Every Monday.
ExcerptWas it her or was it him feeling this? Did it matter?
His arm was tight around her waist and his other held her wrist. His thumb massaged the inside of it. He’d bent down so they were nose to nose. Her knees went weak when she saw the stern look on his face.
Playtime was over, she realized. This was for real. The margin for error was quickly disappearing.
He waited, watched. She closed her eyes for a second and swallowed.
“Doesn’t it?” He repeated the question, making sure she knew what she was getting herself into.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the tenderness in his eyes. His need to please her was as big as his own desire. His strong arms, that made it impossible to move away from him, also made her feel very safe. For the very first time in her life, she gave in to that dark side of herself. She nodded.
“I need to hear you say it.” He ordered.