One Night Stand series

Story 1: Title: A night with a stranger. Blurb: A night with my father inlaw. One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around the family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue. He knew he was off-limits. She knew she should have run. But when lust turned into obsession, could either of them stop before it destroyed them all. ****** /Esme/ “Your sex life sucks, Esme. It’s nothing to write home about.” I rolled my eyes and tried not to groan. “It’s not that bad, girlie. Stop making it sound worse than it actually is, especially with that expression on your face.” Jane scoffed. “Really, babe? You’ve never had an orgasm in your life, and you’re about to marry the same dude who doesn’t even know how to make

I don’t know when or how we got to his bedroom, but all I could feel was him ripping my clothes off like he’d been waiting a lifetime for this. His hands started at my neck, one palm gently wrapping around my throat. Then, he let it slide lower… and lower. In another world, he wouldn’t be doing this to me. But here, he tightened his grip just slightly around my neck, making me tremble as his hand slid down and cupped my breast. My eyes dropped, fixated on the way he groped it claiming me, exploring me, like my body belonged to him. His touch felt like magic, so good I almost flipped him over and shoved his face into my tits. But I didn’t. I held back. I let him take control of my body… and drive me insane. That was the goal, wasn’t it? To feel. To be relieved of everything. He moved to my other breast, gave it a firmer squeeze and I heard a muffled moan escape from my lips. I’d never moaned like this before. Not even with Dave. Everything felt new. Too new. “Get your

/Esme/He should be down to meet us any second. He likes to make an entrance.Dave’s words repeated in my head like a ticking clock as I sat across from him, legs crossed, hands folded neatly on the table pretending I wasn’t falling apart on the inside.I smiled, laughed softly at whatever Dave had just said, nodding like the perfect fiancée, but every inch of me was on high alert. My stomach twisted. My skin prickled with nerves. My mind couldn’t stop replaying him — the way Felix had touched me last night, the way he whispered against my ear this morning, the way he said:“Tomorrow, I’m going to be inside you.”I clenched my thighs under the table, my body betraying me all over again.Stop Esme, you are here with your Dave so you need to get your act together and focus. This is brunch with Dave’s dad. Just breathe, you already guilty of cheating as it is don’t make it worse.Then… I felt it.That shift in the air. Like gravity had suddenly thickened. A quiet hush fell over the dinin

We finished the meal with polite conversation, but Esme barely touched her food. I didn’t blame her. If I were sitting across from the man who made me cum in the dark and called me sunshine while pretending we were strangers, I wouldn’t eat either.Dave leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “You okay?” he whispered. “You’ve been kinda quiet.” “She’s probably nervous,” I said on her behalf, folding my napkin. “Meeting the family can be… overwhelming.”Esme nodded stiffly. I hated that my son gets to touch her like that why I star, and considering it was strange for me to feel such way about a one night stand. She my future daughter inlaw damn it, get your act together man, I told me saw internally. I can’t be feeling this way about her for heaven sake. I stood first. “This was lovely. Thank you for organizing it.”Dave smiled, ever the good son. “I’ll walk you out.” My son has always been good, rarely gets into trouble or make me worry, I hate that I did this to him but c

/Gerald/I watched her walk away with my son, her spine straight like a rod of steel, but her steps a little too quick, a little too stiff. She was running not physically, not yet but inside, her guilt was sprinting in circles.Good.Let it wear her down.Because that crack in her resolve? It was widening.And I would find my way through it.I moved slower, hands in my pockets as I stepped out behind them, squinting into the morning sun like I hadn’t just threatened to claim my son’s fiancée like she was mine.And God help me, she already was.She just hadn’t admitted it yet.“Dad,” Dave called over his shoulder as he opened the car door for her. “Thanks for brunch. I didn’t realize how long it’s been.”I hummed in acknowledgment. My gaze slid to Esme as she bent to step in the curve of her waist, that exposed sliver of skin where her top had risen. I remembered exactly what that skin felt like under my palm.She didn’t meet my eyes. But I felt the heat roll off her anyway.“Drive saf