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0082: MOUTHFUL OF SECRET
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In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0086: GUESS WHO IS AWAKE?
JUNE’S POVMy legs felt like jelly as I walked down the hall. The silk of my robe stuck to my damp skin. Every step was a warm reminder between my thighs. Luca was still there, in a way, a secret I carried. I could smell him on me, that mix of sex and the clean soap from his shower. It was dangerous. It was intoxicating.Franklin’s study door was closed, only a thin line of light underneath. He was probably asleep at his desk again. Or pretending to work while scrolling through something, nursing whatever midlife crisis had taken hold tonight. I held my breath anyway, easing past on silent feet.Almost there. My bedroom door was just ten more steps away. I turned the corner into the main hallway and walked straight into Adrian.He was coming out of the game room, one earbud dangling around his neck. He put a hand on my arm to steady me, blinking in surprise.“Mom? You okay?”I froze. My heart slammed against my ribs. The hallway light was dim, but not dim enough. Could he see the flus
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0085: BAD TIMING
LUCA’S POVMy hand slipped between us, fingers finding her clit, swollen and wet, circling slowly and exactly while I thrust in steady, grinding rolls that kept us pressed close, no distance between. Her pleasure built in waves I could feel, her walls pulsing faintly at first, then harder, clenching like she wanted to keep me locked inside. That heavy warmth spread through her core, slow and thick, making every tiny movement feel too much, her thighs trembling against me."Come for me," I said, voice rough, pausing deep and flexing inside her, feeling her flutter wildly around me. "Let go. Pull me in with that heat."She came apart then, body arching up, walls clenching in deep, rhythmic waves that dragged along me, holding tight. I buried my groan against her neck, moving through it slowly, prolonging every pulse until I let go too, spilling hot and deep, over and over, filling her.We stayed tangled, sweat cooling on our skin, breaths uneven and close, when the knock came. It was sh
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0084: UNDER THE RADAR
LUCA’S POVAfter that quick bite of apple in the kitchen, I headed back to my room, but sleep just wasn’t happening. Not after what June and I had done in her reading room. The sheets felt cool sliding against my skin as I settled in, yet everything inside me still burned. Every thought circled back to that sun-drenched space, the way her body had responded to mine, over and over, like a memory I couldn’t shake—and didn’t want to.Her taste lingered on my tongue, faint and sweet, mixed with something deeper, more intimate. The memory of her tightening around my fingers, her teeth catching her lower lip to hold back those soft cries while her family moved around downstairs, oblivious.God. I shifted under the covers, my cock already heavy again, pressing against my thigh through the thin fabric of my sweats. I didn’t reach down this time. I just lay there in the dark, eyes fixed on the ceiling, ears straining to catch every creak of the old house settling.Then I heard it: footsteps on
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0083: SNACK TIME SECRET
JUNE’S POVI waited a full minute after Luca left, counting breaths in the dark until I thought my legs might hold me. The little sunroom smelled like us now, the scent clinging to the air: musk and sex and risk. I could still feel him, warm and slick between my thighs. A delicious, aching reminder with every slight shift in the chair.Evidence. God.For a second I just sat there, letting it sink in. Not the guilt, but the sheer, reckless realness of it. Then I made myself move. I stood on unsteady feet, smoothed my skirt down, ran my fingers through my hair. I checked my reflection in the dark window. My lips were a little too red, my eyes definitely too bright, but it was passable in the low light. Good enough.The old stairs creaked under my weight on the way down. The living room was dim, just the blue glow of the paused credits menu on the television. Marlene was curled on the couch, a blanket half off her, her mouth slightly open in sleep.The sight hit me right in the chest, a
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0082: MOUTHFUL OF SECRET
LUCA’S POVI couldn’t take my eyes off her. June was still slumped deep in that wicker chair, her skirt bunched high around her waist, thighs glistening and trembling from the way I’d worked my tongue over her pussy until she came apart.Her breathing hadn’t settled yet, sharp little pulls of air that lifted her chest quickly, her lips parted and swollen like she was still trying to catch what I’d taken from her. She looked completely undone, skin catching the light bulb in a soft glow, nothing like the calm, steady woman who moved through the kitchen downstairs pouring coffee without a tremor.The movie kept going down there, muffled booms and crashes seeping up through the floorboards. Marlene’s laugh floated in every now and then, light and careless, a reminder that shouldn’t have felt so sharp.Franklin was shut away in his study, Adrian behind his own door. Any one of them could have heard a single wrong sound. The thought twisted low in my stomach. It made me ache harder, the th
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0081: CAUGHT IN THE ACT
JUNE’S POVI parted my legs a bit more, fingers sliding through the wetness, the soft sounds quiet but unmistakable in the still room. Slow circles over my clit, building that pressure the way I wanted him to, patient and focused, making me wait until my hips lifted slightly off the chair.My breath shortened, and I pressed two fingers inside. The stretch felt good but nowhere near enough. I curled them to rub that spot that made my toes press hard against the floor, my walls fluttering around them, greedy for more.In my head, it was him pushing in, thick and deliberate, his body close enough that I felt every shift. His weight holding me right here, in this overlooked room, coming apart under him.I could almost hear his breath against my skin, warm and uneven, feel the low rumble in his voice as he told me how ready I was, how he’d spent the day watching me, holding back from pulling me aside, pressing me against the wide windowsill, taking me slow from behind while the night air c
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