ใญใฐใคใณChapter 4: Getting filled again ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฆThe morning after what happened felt different.I was already in the kitchen making Sophieโs breakfast when Noah came downstairs. Neither of us spoke at first. And any second Sophie could walk in.โElena.โHis voice was low. It was still controlled, but not completely.โWe canโt do that again,โ I said before he could finish. The words came out steady even though my pulse wasnโt. โSophie. The job. Everything.โNoahโs jaw tightened. He nodded once. โYouโre right.โThat should have been the end of it.But it still felt like it wasnโt.The first day we managed to keep our distance. It started with polite conversation, not invading each other's personal space. The second night, after Sophie was asleep, I stayed in my room. He stayed in his office. And the silence felt like way too much. I went downstairs for water just after ten. Noah was in the kitchen again, his sleeves pushed up, staring at nothing. When he looked at me, the restraint in his eye
Chapter 3: Getting filled ๐๐๐๐ Sophie had been asleep for over an hour when the storm startedThe rain lashed against the windows. I had changed into sleeping clothes and was in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when Noah came downstairs. He looked tired in a way I hadnโt seen before. His hair was slightly messy, his sleeves pushed up.He opened a cabinet, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and poured it into a glass.โLong day?โ I asked.โLong week.โ He glanced at me, then at the second glass still sitting on the shelf. โYou want one?โI should have said no. Instead I nodded.He poured a smaller amount for me and slid it across the counter.Our fingers brushed when I took it. Neither of us pulled away as quickly as we should have. We stood in the dim kitchen listening to the rain. The first sip burned. Then the second felt warm. โYou ever regret taking this job?โ he asked.โNo.โ I turned the glass in my hands. โDo you regret hiring me?โHis eyes lifted to mine. โNo.โโI told
Chapter 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
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
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 couldnโt anymore.Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practicall







