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Chapter 6 – Boundaries Crossed

Author: Marcy E. 💗
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-25 19:39:01

Alexander's POV

The sun dips low, casting a burnished gold across the pool. It shimmers like liquid fire, making the water sparkle like fucking diamonds. The whole damn view is something out of a painting. Serene. Quiet. A lie.

I stand at my office window, fingers wrapped around a crystal tumbler of whiskey, the liquid burning its way down my throat—but not nearly as hard as the thoughts I keep trying—and failing—to drown.

Then she steps out.

Ivy. Wet. Dripping.

My fingers tighten around the glass, the edge digging into my palm.

That bikini. That fucking bikini.

Red. Barely there. Strings. More sin than fabric. The water clings to her like it misses her already, gliding over her skin in ways I shouldn’t be watching. Ways I have no goddamn business watching.

She stretches her arms over her head, slow and unbothered, like she isn’t standing there looking like a damn wet dream. Then she grabs a towel and starts running it down her body—slow. Teasing. Her hands skate over the swe
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  • STEP-DADDY'S SIN    Chapter 6 – Boundaries Crossed

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