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4Grace. His side of the couch was cold when I woke up.I blinked into the soft gray of early morning, blanket half-slipped off my legs, shirt still somewhere on the floor. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of rain gutters and the occasional creak from the stairs. I sat up slowly, the memory of last night thick and hazy in my body; the kisses, his hands, the taste of him on my lips.But he was gone.Not just from the room. Gone gone. No coffee waiting. No soft footsteps. No Daniel.I pulled on my shirt and padded toward the kitchen, expecting to find him standing by the counter like usual, dark roast in hand, saying something dry and half-smiling. But the kitchen was empty, and only one mug was missing from the rack.Sophie was the first to speak that morning.“Why is Daddy being weird?” she asked, her fork dangling a piece of waffle as she blinked at me from across the table.I forced a laugh. “He’s probably just tired.”“He didn’t say good morning. He always says good mor
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3Grace. It was raining. And it was not a gentle drizzle or a moody sprinkle, but stormy. Heavy drops slammed the windows like they were mad at the glass, thunder cracked open the sky in jagged bursts, and the house, big as it was, suddenly felt smaller.Sophie had gone to bed early. She’d curled into me during her bedtime story, the sound of the storm making her sleepy faster than usual. Daniel had checked in once to say goodnight, his voice low and rough at her door, before disappearing back downstairs with a bottle of wine and whatever was waiting for him on his laptop.I sat in the guest nook for a while pretending to read, but every flash of lightning lit the room just enough to keep me distracted. I gave up around ten, padded downstairs in fuzzy socks, and followed the smell of red wine and rain.He was in the living room, sprawled on the leather couch in a black t-shirt and sweats, the TV playing something muted. A single lamp glowed behind him, casting golden shadows on his f
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2Grace.I woke to the sound of little feet pattering outside my door and the faint clang of something in the kitchen, probably a cereal bowl hitting the counter too hard. My body was still heavy with sleep, and there was a delicious soreness between my legs from last night’s... release. But reality settled in fast. I had a job now. A real one. With a child who relied on me. And a boss who I’d watched shower and then masturbated to, alone, under soft sheets in the dark.Great start.I pulled my hair into a bun, smoothed the wrinkles out of my T-shirt, and padded down to the kitchen. Sophie was already in her booster seat, swinging her legs back and forth as she crunched on dry cereal. Daniel was pouring coffee into a black mug, his back to me, sleeves pushed up, forearms taut as he moved. He didn’t turn right away, but I saw the shift in his posture when he sensed me behind him.“Morning,” I said, trying to sound casual, normal, non-horny.“Morning,” he replied, finally looking over h
Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica) nanny x boss
Nanny x boss Grace. I didn’t know what to expect from a man who needed a live-in nanny but also lived in a house big enough to be mistaken for a boutique hotel.The place was modern, with gray stone exterior, sharp windows that gleamed, and intimidating as hell. I stood at the front door with my best “I’m totally qualified” smile, even though my stomach had flipped three times since I left the train station. I double-checked my blouse, tucked in my hair, and rang the doorbell before I could talk myself out of it.The door opened almost instantly.And there he was.Not the assistant I was expecting. Not a housekeeper or a tired grandma. Just… him. Daniel Carter. The man who’d emailed me last week with minimal details and maximum directness.He looked nothing like what I imagined a single dad would look like. He was taller, broader and more expensive-looking. Dark hair with that slightly grown-out look that said I don’t care in a way that screamed effort. White t-shirt, gray joggers a
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1Lena. I didn’t sleep.I lay in his bed, his sheets still warm from where our bodies had tangled hours earlier, my legs still aching from how hard he’d taken me in the kitchen. But my mind wouldn’t shut off.Not with what he said still echoing in my chest.It’s nothing.He didn’t mean it. I know that now. I felt the way his hands shook when they touched me. I heard the way he said my name like it held weight in his mouth. He meant everything, he just didn’t want anyone else to know.And that… that’s the part I couldn’t shake. But I understood.The silence wasn’t romantic anymore. It was a space filled with things we didn’t want to say out loud. The choices we were pretending we didn’t have to make.When the clock glowed past midnight and the house finally felt still, I rolled out of bed and padded barefoot down the hall.His light was still on.He was sitting at the kitchen table, elbows on the surface, fingers laced behind his neck like he’d been holding his head up for hours. He di
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9Lena. I was barefoot in the kitchen, one of Michael’s shirts clinging to my still-damp skin, a coffee mug in hand while I watched him move around like we hadn’t just crossed the line we’d both been tiptoeing for weeks. He was making toast, talking about something he saw on the news, and I was trying not to let it show that my thighs were still sore from the way he’d held them last night and my chest still flushed every time I looked at him.Then the front door opened.I blinked. He stopped mid-sentence. And that’s when we heard the voice.“Oh my God, this house smells like lemon polish and old books.”I turned toward the living room just in time to see her.Tessa.Tessa, my old roommate, with her messy bun and pink-tinted sunglasses and loud presence that always arrived two seconds before she did.She walked in like she owned the place, laughing, a tote bag slung over one shoulder and iced coffee in her hand. I froze. Michael froze. And then she saw me.Saw me standing in the kitche
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