MasukChapter 2: Almost touched๐๐I had gotten a routine in the mansion faster than I expected.The mornings started with early easy tasks. I was up before Sophie, showered and dressed by the time her soft footsteps walked quietly ร down the hallway. Noah was usually already gone by then. I made Sophie breakfast, packed her bag, and drove her to preschool with the radio playing quietly between us. She liked to narrate the entire ride, and I liked listening.In the afternoons things moved slower. I pick-up Sophie at three, get her snacks, then playtime in the garden if the weather was good until dinner. I learned Sophieโs moods quickly, the way she got quiet when she was tired, the way she lit up when she got to help stir something in the kitchen. By the end of the first week I knew her favorite cup, her least favorite socks, and the exact stuffed animal that had to sit on the bathroom counter during bath time.Noah came home most evenings around seven. He would drop his keys in the bo
Chapter 1: New Nanny๐ ๐ฆ๐ฆI arrived ten minutes early, which felt like the safest way to start a new job.The house was bigger than I had seen in the photos. I parked my small car next to a matte-gray SUV that looked like it cost more than I made in a year, smoothed my blouse, and checked my reflection in the rearview mirror one last time. I had put on simple makeup, with my hair pulled back. I had dressed in a way that said nothing about โtrying too hard.โ I had repeated the same instructions to myself the entire drive: be professional, be warm with the child, keep clear boundaries with the father.I had done nanny jobs before. None of them had made my stomach feel this tight.I walked up the stone path and rang the doorbell. Footsteps approached from inside, they were measured and unhurried. When the door opened, I understood why the agency had described him as private.He was tall, taller than I expected, with dark hair that looked like he had run his hand through it once an
Screwed at the wedding reception๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐I stood near the edge of the crowd in my bridesmaid dress, with a champagne glass in my hand, and tried to look like I was enjoying myself. Because today was my friend's wedding.But deep down I wasnโt.Not since I had seen him.Nate had walked into the ceremony two hours earlier as one of the groomsmen. He wore a dark suit that was perfectly tailored, had that same sharp jaw, same eyes that used to look at me like I was the only person in the room. We hadnโt spoken in three years. Not since we broke up and pretended it was fine.But seeing him again felt like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed.All night I felt him watching me.When our eyes finally locked across the dance floor the air changed. He didnโt smile. He just held the look long enough for my pulse to jump, then tilted his head slightly toward the hallway that led inside the venue. My stomach tightened. I set my glass down on a nearby table, murmured something to an
Screwed in the gym๐๐๐๐๐Chapter 3: Ravished on the counter๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅตNoah stepped back into my space.This time there was no hesitation. His hand returned to my waist, firmer, and my fingers found his shirt again. We were all alone.And both of us knew what was about to happen next.He backed me toward the small restroom counter without a word. The moment my hips hit the edge he gripped the backs of my thighs and lifted me onto it in one smooth motion.My sneakers dangled. Noah stepped between my knees, shoved my gym shorts and panties to the side in one rough tug, and groaned under his breath when he felt how wet I already was.โFuckโฆโI yanked the waistband of his shorts and briefs down just far enough to free him. His cock sprang out thick and hard, the head already slick. I wrapped my hand around him once, feeling the heat and the way he twitched in my grip, then guided him to my entrance.Noah pushed in with one deep, continuous thrust.โAhhโโThe stretch made my mouth fal
Screwed in the gym๐๐๐๐๐Chapter 2: Don't stop ๐๐ฆ๐ฆI didnโt walk toward the exit.I turned left instead and pushed open the door to the smaller restroom hallway that was right between the main locker rooms. The air was cooler here, it was quieter, the heavy sound of weight clanking from the gym floor reduced to a dull sound through the walls. I stopped near the water fountain and pretended to adjust the band of my sports watch. My pulse was still too fast. I could still feel the weight of his eyes from the mirror, the way the air had thickened every time our eyes locked on the mirror.Almost a minute passed.Then the door from the main floor opened and Noah stepped into the hallway.He slowed when he saw me. Then closed the door.The door swung shut behind him, cutting off the last of the gym noise. For a second we just stood there, a few yards apart from each other's personal space.โDidnโt expect to see you here,โ he said. His voice was quieter than it had been out on the
Screwed in the gym๐๐๐๐๐Chapter 1: His gaze๐ ๐ฆ๐ฆI finished my last set of hip thrusts and sat up on the bench, breathing hard. Sweat had soaked through the back of my sports bra and the waistband of my shorts. My legs felt that good, heavy kind of tired that meant I had actually worked out. Around me the gym was still busy, weights were clanking, the low thud of someone elseโs music leaking from the headphones, the usual mix of serious lifters and people half-heartedly scrolling on the machines.I grabbed my water bottle and towel and headed toward the long wall of mirrors where people usually stretched. That was my routine. Finish the heavy work, then spend ten minutes on the floor stretching before I left.He was already there.The guy I had been glancing at for a long time now.I noticed him the second I stepped into the open space in front of the mirrors. He was tall, wore dark shorts, a sleeveless shirt that showed the kind of shoulders that didnโt happen by accident
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me
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 hisโฆdeep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so







