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Chapter 8: Uncle's Filthy Attention
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2026-09-28 13:58:07The night after the 69, neither of them rushed.
Georgina walked into Santiago’s bedroom wearing only one of his shirts. He was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed in black sweatpants, the lamp on the nightstand casting low light across the room. When he saw her, the usual calm in his expression softened into something heavier and more careful. She closed the door. The lock clicked quietly. Santiago stood and met her halfway. Instead of ki
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Filthy Desire Chapter 8: Uncle's Filthy Attention
The night after the 69, neither of them rushed. Georgina walked into Santiago’s bedroom wearing only one of his shirts. He was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed in black sweatpants, the lamp on the nightstand casting low light across the room. When he saw her, the usual calm in his expression softened into something heavier and more careful. She closed the door. The lock clicked quietly. Santiago stood and met her halfway. Instead of kissing her hard, he cupped her face with both hands and looked at her for a long moment. His thumbs brushed her cheeks. Then he leaned in and kissed her slowly — deep, unhurried, thorough. Georgina melted into it, hands resting against his bare chest. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world and no intention of wasting any of it. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. “You sure, Ace?” “Yes.” He kisse
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The night after he fingered her, the last of the restraint between them was gone. Georgina ended up in Santiago’s room again without either of them pretending it was an accident. The door shut. The lock clicked. He kissed her the second they were alone — deep, open-mouthed, and hungry — walking her backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed. She dropped onto the mattress and he followed her down, one knee shoving her thighs apart, already dragging her sleep shirt up and over her head. She was naked underneath. Santiago made a low, approving sound and set his mouth to work. He sucked one nipple hard, teeth grazing the peak, while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Georgina arched with a soft cry. He switched sides, leaving both nipples wet, dark, and aching before he kissed lower. Open-mouthed, biting kisses down her stomach. A sharp suck at her hip bone. Then he shoved her thighs wide, settled on his stomach between them, and l
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The next night the air in the villa felt heavier than before. Georgina came downstairs after a long shower, hair still damp, wearing only an oversized sleep shirt that ended high on her thighs. Santiago was in the living room, sitting in his usual place on the sofa, a glass of something dark in his hand. He looked up when she entered. The calm in his expression was thinner than usual. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. “No.” She walked over and sat beside him without leaving space. His arm came around her almost automatically, hand settling on her bare thigh just below the hem of the shirt. The contact was warm and proprietary. Neither of them pretended it was accidental. For a while they sat in silence. His fingers moved in slow, absent strokes along her skin, inching higher with each pass until they brushed the soft edge of her panties. Georgina’s breathing grew shallower. She turned her face toward his neck and pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, testing. Santiago’s hand tighten
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The morning after the kiss, the villa felt different. Georgina came downstairs later than usual. Santiago was already at the long table near the windows, coffee in hand, tablet open. He looked up when she entered. The same calm expression. The same quiet intensity. Only now there was a new weight behind his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Morning, Ace.” “Morning.” She took the mug he had left for her and sat across from him. Neither of them mentioned the night before. The silence between them was no longer simply comfortable. It was loaded. Every small movement felt deliberate. When his knee brushed hers under the table, neither of them shifted away. They spent most of the morning in the same room. She tried to read. He worked. The awareness between them made concentration almost impossible. Every time she glanced up, she found him already watching her. He never looked away first. Around n
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The second day settled into a quiet rhythm that felt both familiar and dangerous. Georgina woke to the smell of coffee and the soft sound of movement downstairs. She stayed in bed longer than necessary, staring at the ceiling, replaying the way Santiago’s thumb had rested against her pulse the night before. The memory alone was enough to make her restless. When she finally went down, he was already in the kitchen, reading something on his tablet, a second mug waiting for her like he had known exactly when she would appear. “Morning, Ace.” “Morning.” She took the mug and sat across from him. He didn’t fill the silence with small talk. He never did. Instead he simply looked at her over the rim of his own cup, calm and steady, the same quiet intensity that had always made her feel seen. Today it made her skin feel too warm. They spent the morning in the same space without really speaking. She read on
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