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Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) I fell for him
OLIVIAThe smell of butter, herbs, and toasted bread filled the tiny apartment. I turned slightly on the couch, watching him from where I sat, the blanket still draped around my shoulders.Adrian stood by the stove, sleeves rolled up, moving with this quiet focus that made it hard to look away. The morning light shone in his hair, turning the edges gold.He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. “Almost done.”I smiled back before I could stop myself. “You look like you’ve done this before.”“Cooking?” He chuckled, giving the pan one last stir. “You pick up a few things when you live alone for years. Besides…” He lifted the pan from the stove, “you deserve something warm after… everything.”My heart tugged a little at that.He plated the food- ggs, sautéed vegetables, and toast. simple but beautiful, like he’d actually cared about how it looked. He grabbed a fork, then walked over, balancing the plate carefully in one hand.“Here,” he said, stopping in front of me. “Taste it firs
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) I made this choice
MILAWhen I woke up, the morning light was already spilling through the curtains. For a second, I expected emptiness beside me, but when I turned, he was still there.He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling like the world above him was something he was trying to make sense of. The sunlight brushed across his face, softening the lines of exhaustion around his eyes.He must have felt me move because he turned his head, his gaze meeting mine.“Good morning,” he said quietly.I smiled a little. “Good morning.”For a heartbeat, neither of us said anything. Finally, I let out a small laugh. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”He smiled faintly, “I thought I would be too.”“Then why are you still here?” I asked softly.He looked away for a moment,. “Because I wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place.”I waited, my heart thudding as he sat up slowly, resting his elbows on his knees.“But,” he continued, his voice steadier now, “I made a decision.”Something in the way he said it made
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) Come for me, Mila.
MILAI saw it.The way his shoulders stiffened when our fingers brushed. The way his breath hitched when I leaned closer.He tried to hide it, but he couldn’t.And God, it thrilled me.I leaned back slightly, letting the silence stretch, pretending to focus on the steam curling from his bowl while my mind screamed with satisfaction. He’d messaged me first. He’d come here, to my house. I didn’t have to do anything… this time he’d crossed the line all on his own.That was enough proof. Enough to show Sandra I’d done it. The bet was mine.The car was mine.So why did I feel… empty?I should’ve stopped here. I should’ve texted Sandra right now with a smug “Told you so” and ended it all. But something in me didn’t want to.I tried to convince myself this was still about the game. About winning, about proving something, but deep down, I knew better.Somewhere between the teasing, the stares, something had changed.I wasn’t just making a priest fall for me.I was falling too.I looked at h
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) You’re allowed to feel
FATHER ADRIANThe moment I hit send, regret slammed into me like a punch to the chest.What the hell was I doing?I stared at the glowing screen, her name sitting there above the message I should never have written. My pulse pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. For a second, I thought about deleting it… unsending it, pretending it never happened. But it was too late.She’d seen it. I knew she had.I ran a hand over my face, exhaling shakily. God, forgive me. I shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it.But I couldn’t help it.Every word she’d said earlier kept replaying in my head… her voice trembling, the way she’d said you told me to stay away, but you didn’t mean it.She was right.And that terrified me.I paced the length of my room, still in my clerical shirt from earlier, the collar suddenly feeling too tight.I wasn’t going to her because I wanted to.That’s what I told myself.I was going because I needed to end this. To tell her face-to-face that
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) Text me your address
MILA“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said finally. “But I couldn’t help it.”“Then maybe,” I said softly, “you shouldn’t fight it.”The words slipped out before I could stop them. He looked at me sharply, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right. His expression hardened for a second but it didn’t last. Not when I kept looking at him the way I was.“Mila,” he said, his voice a low warning. “Don’t…”“Don’t what?” I cut in. “Be honest? Feel something?”He flinched.“You think I don’t know this is wrong?” I said, my voice shaking a little now. “That I don’t wake up every day trying to convince myself to stay away from here? I do. But I can’t. And maybe you can’t either.”He turned away from me, running a hand through his hair, exhaling like the weight of every word I said was pressing down on him.“This isn’t about what we want,” he said, quieter this time. “It’s about what’s right.”“Then why does it feel so wrong to ignore it?” I asked.He didn’t answer.For a long, unbearable moment,
Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection) I don’t regret it
MILAI woke up the next morning with one thought pounding through my head… it was time to get serious.No more guessing. No more stumbling into situations I couldn’t control. If I was going to finish this, I had to do it right.The sunlight streamed through my window, but I barely noticed it. My mind was already racing as I threw open my wardrobe and started going through clothes, one after another- a floral dress, too soft; a fitted top, too obvious; jeans, too casual.Nothing felt right.I caught my reflection in the mirror and sighed. “You’ve been doing the same thing over and over,” I muttered. “Same look, same timing, same everything.”And that’s when it hit me.I needed to change the rhythm.Going in during service had been predictable — expected, even. But what if I came after? When the church was quiet, and he was alone?My lips curved slowly. That was better. Perfect, even.He wouldn’t be surrounded by people then. It would be just the two of us.And if I told him I needed t
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