Mag-log inChapter 3 – Late Night TalkI gave up on sleep a little after one.Every time I closed my eyes I saw the way Daniel had looked at me in the living room earlier, the open want he hadn’t been fast enough to hide, the way his hand had lifted like he might actually touch me before he forced himself to step back. My body still felt restless from it. Hot under the sheets. Unsatisfied in a way that made lying still feel impossible.I slipped out of bed, pulled on an old oversized sweatshirt over my sleep shorts, and stepped into the hallway. The house was quiet in that deep, late night way. Just the soft hum of the refrigerator downstairs.I was halfway down the stairs when I saw the low light in the kitchen.Daniel stood at the counter in dark sweatpants and a plain black T-shirt, a glass of water in his hand. His hair was slightly messy, like he had been running his hands through it. He looked up when he heard me and went still for a second.“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked. His voice was
Chapter 2 – Old HabitsI was standing at the counter in one of my old sleep shirts and short shorts, pouring coffee, hair still messy from bed. When I turned around, Daniel was at the table with his laptop open, but his eyes weren’t on the screen. They were on me — on the bare line of my thighs, the way the shirt sat against my chest, the exposed curve of my neck. The second our eyes met, he looked back at his laptop like nothing had happened. But the damage was done.“Sleep okay?” he asked, voice carefully normal.“Fine.” I wrapped both hands around my mug. “You?”“Same.”The conversation should have ended there. Instead I stayed leaning against the counter, and he didn’t go back to typing right away. Daniel’s eyes lifted to mine again. “I’m glad you’re here.”Four simple words. They settled under my skin and stayed there.That evening we cooked together because neither of us felt like ordering out.
Chapter 1 – Coming HomeThe driveway looked the same.I sat in my car for a full minute after turning off the engine, staring at the front of the house I hadn’t lived in for almost two years. The porch light was on even though it was still early evening. The same wooden chair sat in the same spot near the door. Everything looked exactly like it had the last time I left, suitcase in hand, promising I’d only be gone for a little while.That “little while” had turned into a relationship, an apartment across the city, and a breakup that left me with nowhere else to go that didn’t feel like admitting defeat.I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and got out.The front door opened before I reached it. He stood there in a dark sweater and jeans, taller than I remembered somehow, dark hair streaked with a little more silver at the temples than the last time I’d seen him. My adoptive father. The man who had signed the papers when I was sixteen and never once made me feel like I was temporar
Taking my father in law 🍆💦💦Chapter 6: Screwed on the counter 👅💦Ethan came home that evening talking about traffic and a dinner meeting that had run long. I met him at the door with a normal smile and a normal kiss on the cheek. My body still felt sore in places Marcus had left marks that didn’t show. When Ethan asked how the day had been, I told him it was quiet, and he believed me.Marcus came downstairs a few minutes later like nothing had happened.Marcus asked about the meeting. I set plates on the table and kept my eyes on the food so I wouldn’t look at the man who had been inside me only hours earlier in the guest room upstairs.Every time Marcus’s knee shifted under the table, I felt it. That night I lay beside Ethan in the dark and stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My body still remembered the stretch of Marcus’s cock, the rough sound of his voice when he told me he wouldn’t stop, the way he had looked at me afterward like the line we crossed was already per
Taking my father in law 🍆💦💦Chapter 6: Fucked on his bed🥵👅💦Ethan left early for a Saturday meeting that was supposed to last most of the day.I stood in the kitchen long after his car disappeared down the street, coffee cooling in my hands, listening to the quiet house. Upstairs, the guest room door was closed. For a few minutes I thought maybe Marcus would stay behind it. Keep the distance we had barely been holding onto.Then I heard his footsteps on the stairs.He appeared in the doorway wearing a black T-shirt and dark jeans, hair still slightly messy from sleep. When his eyes found mine, the careful restraint he had been wearing for days was already thinning.“He’s gone?” Marcus asked.“Until this evening.”Marcus walked into the kitchen slowly. He stopped near the counter, he was close but not touching, and looked at me like a man who had already stopped arguing with himself.“Claire.”The way he said my name undid something in my chest.“I meant what I said the other nig
Taking my father in law 🍆💦💦Chapter 5: Next time 🍆🍆Ethan came home that evening talking about a deal that had finally closed. He kissed my cheek, asked about my day, and didn’t notice how long it took me to answer.“Quiet,” I said. “Normal.”It wasn’t normal.Marcus had come back from his walk late in the afternoon. We barely spoke. The almost-moment in the kitchen still sat between us. Every time I looked up, he was already watching. He didn’t look away as quickly as before. He didn’t pretend it was accidental either. Ethan kept talking, completely unaware of the current running under the table between his father and his wife.When Ethan’s hand settled on my knee, Marcus’s gaze dropped to it for half a second. Something dark and tightly controlled moved through his expression before he reached for his water.After dinner Ethan went to take a shower. I stayed in the kitchen, stacking plates with hands that didn’t feel steady. Marcus carried the serving dish over and set it besi
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide
Chapter 1: Sinful thoughtsI never meant to catch feelings for the guy my mom was about to marry. It just kind of happened to me. I had tried ignoring it till I couldn’t anymore.Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practicall
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so







