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Tempting My Aunt's Ex IV
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2026-10-05 23:51:08
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The rain started just after lunch, the kind of heavy summer storm that turns the whole afternoon dark and keeps everyone inside. My sister had left early that morning for a work conference two cities over, and the house felt too quiet without her. I was staying for the week, helping out while she was gone, and Mark was home working from his office upstairs.I had known Mark for three years. He was always polite, always careful around me. We talked about ordinary things, weather, food, whatever show was on. Nothing more. But sometimes when he looked at me a second too long, something shifted in my chest.That afternoon the power flickered once, then held. I was in the kitchen making coffee when he came down the stairs in a faded T-shirt and jeans, hair still a little damp from a quick shower.“Storm’s bad,” he said, leaning against the doorway. “You want anything? I was going to heat up some leftovers.”“Coffee’s fine,” I answered. I poured two mugs and handed him one. Our fingers bru
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Sacha stood in the soft glow of the bedside lamp and watched Juan close the door behind him. The lock clicked into place, and the quiet of the apartment settled around them like a held breath. She had been waiting for this moment all evening, ever since he had texted that he was on his way. Her pulse still raced from the anticipation.Juan crossed the room in three long strides. He did not speak at first. He simply took her face in both hands and kissed her. The kiss was deep and unhurried, his mouth warm and sure against hers. Sacha parted her lips and let him in, tasting the faint mint of the gum he had chewed on the drive over. Her hands rose to his chest, feeling the solid heat of him through his shirt.He walked her backward until the backs of her knees touched the edge of the mattress. She sat down, and he followed, never breaking the kiss. His weight pressed her into the sheets. The scent of his skin—clean soap and the faint trace of the cologne he wore only for her, filled her
One Night With My Neighbor Dad's Business Partner II
Luciano said her name again, softer this time, and the sound of it pulled something loose inside her. Bianca stepped closer without thinking. The space between them disappeared.His hand rose and settled at the side of her face, thumb brushing the edge of her cheekbone. She tilted her head into the touch. Then his mouth was on hers.The kiss started slow. His lips moved against hers with careful pressure, testing, learning the shape of her. Bianca answered by parting her lips and tasting him. His free hand found her waist and drew her in until her body met the solid length of his. She felt the warmth of his chest through the sweater, the steady strength in the arm that held her. Her own hands slid up his sides and settled on his shoulders. She gripped the soft fabric and pulled him nearer still.He deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed hers, deliberate and unhurried. Bianca made a small sound in her throat. Luciano answered by shifting his hold. One hand stayed at her face while the
One Night With My Neighbor Dad's Business Partner I
Bianca had known Luciano for as long as she could remember. He had been her father’s business partner for nearly fifteen years, the quiet presence at family dinners, the man who always arrived with a bottle of good wine and left before the conversation turned too personal. She had been a teenager who noticed the way his dark eyes settled on her for a second longer than necessary before he looked away. Now she was twenty-four, and the pull she felt toward him had only grown stronger.He was thirty-two, broad-shouldered and hot. He never raised his voice. He never flirted. Around her he remained polite and slightly reserved, as if he had decided long ago that certain lines should never be crossed. Bianca respected that. She also hated it. Every time he smiled at her across the dining table or asked how her design work was going, something tight and restless stirred under her ribs. She told herself it was nothing. She told herself a hundred times that the feeling would fade. It never d
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The notice went up on a Monday afternoon. Early closing for deep cleaning. The gym would lock its doors at eight instead of ten. By seven-thirty the last of the regulars had filtered out. The staff finished wiping down the machines and left through the side exit, calling a quick goodnight as the outer door clicked shut behind them. The main lights dimmed to half power. Only the emergency strips along the floor stayed bright.Roman was still under the bar on the bench press when I walked over. He had just finished a heavy set. His chest rose and fell hard, sweat darkening the front of his shirt. I reached down, took the weight from his hands, and set it carefully on the rack. He sat up, breathing through his mouth, and looked at me.“We’re the only ones left,” I said.He wiped his face with the edge of his towel. “I noticed.”I stepped closer until my knees almost touched the bench. “I’ve watched you for months. You’ve watched me. I’m done pretending I only come here to lift.”His ey
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I had been watching Roman for months. Every evening at the campus gym, I timed my workouts so that we overlapped. He always took the free weights on the far side of the room, and I claimed the mats near the mirrors. From there I could see him without making it obvious. He was tall, broad through the shoulders, and he moved with the kind of focus that made everything else fade. When he lifted, the veins in his forearms stood out, and sweat darkened the front of his shirt. I told myself I was only there to train. That was a lie I stopped believing after the first week.He noticed me too. I caught him looking more than once. His eyes would lift from the bar, find mine in the mirror, and hold for a second too long. Then he would look away, reset his grip, and keep going. Neither of us smiled. Neither of us spoke. But the silence between us felt louder than the clank of weights or the low music playing from the speakers.One Tuesday in late September I finished my last set of deadlifts a
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