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Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) My father’s best friend 2
Rain tapped against my window.It was late — too late for anyone to still be awake — but the house wasn’t entirely silent. Somewhere down the hall, I heard the low thud of a door closing.I slipped out of bed.The hall was dark except for the faint glow spilling from under the study door. I pushed it open just enough to see him.Daniel sat behind my father’s desk, tie gone, shirt sleeves rolled up, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His hair was slightly damp, as if he’d just showered. He looked up when I stepped inside.“You should be asleep,” he said.“So should you.”He didn’t smile. He just set the glass down and leaned back in the chair, watching me. The air felt heavier in that room, thick with leather, smoke, and something sharper — him.I moved closer, my bare feet silent on the rug. His eyes followed every step.“What are you doing in here?” I asked.“Thinking.”“About?”He didn’t answer right away. He let his gaze drop, deliberately, to the thin straps of my camisole, the hem o
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) My father’s best friend 1
The house was too quiet.It always felt that way when my father was gone, but tonight, the silence seemed heavier. As if it knew something I didn’t.I stood barefoot in the kitchen, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound, a glass of water in my hand. The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the air cool and damp. Somewhere down the hall, a floorboard creaked.I knew that sound.When I stepped into the doorway, he was already there.Daniel Hayes. My father’s oldest friend. The man who’d been at every barbecue, every birthday, every celebration for as long as I could remember. The man whose deep voice used to rumble with laughter when I was a child.Only, he wasn’t laughing now.He stood at the far end of the hallway, fresh from the rain, his dark hair damp, his jacket slung over one arm. He glanced up and caught me watching. Something flickered in his eyes — something that made my stomach tighten in a way I didn’t want to name.“You’re still awake,” he said, his voice low.I took a
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) Fucking my neighbor dearest 3
I did. The angle opened me to the cool air and to him. He kissed the crease at my hip and then put his mouth exactly where I ached. His tongue was patient at first, learning me again, then ruthless once he had the map. He flattened, circled, drew slow figure eights that made my knees feel unreliable. He sealed his mouth and pulled, just enough. I broke open a second time, faster than I would have admitted, my body shaking and his hands steady on my hips. He did not stop when I pleaded. He softened, then sharpened, giving me no place to hide. The wet sounds of his mouth and the rain beyond the rail braided into something that felt forbidden and perfect.“Ethan,” I said, and my voice was not a voice. It was a plea.He lifted his head, chin wet, eyes dark with intent. “I want you against the door,” he said. “I want to hold your mouth when you try not to make a sound.”My whole body answered before my mind did. He rose in one clean line and turned me, palms gentle at my waist. The glass d
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) Fucking my neighbor dearest 2
He did. He set a rhythm that was sure and relentless, hips hitting the counter with a soft, dangerous thud. I met him, matched him, took him. The world narrowed to the glide and pull, the bite of marble under my skin, the way his eyes found mine and held. He bent to kiss me and I tasted rain and beer and a tremor of restraint. He was right on the edge of letting go.“Tell me what you want,” he said.“I want you to lose it.”That did something to him. He gripped my hips and drove deeper, the angle changing, the sensation going from thick heat to something sharp and incandescent. The sound I made was not polite. He caught it with his mouth and swallowed it like fuel. I came again, fast, faster than I meant to, a rough stuttering release that tore through me. He watched my face as it took me, and whatever he saw snapped his control. He buried himself to the hilt and spilled into the condom with a low, wrecked sound that made my name feel like a secret.We stayed like that, bodies locked,
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) Fucking my neighbor dearest 1
The rain began early, a soft, stubborn rain that turned the city into a hush. It stroked the windows and pooled on the balcony rail, made the hallway smell like wet concrete and laundry detergent. I moved through my apartment in loose loops, restless, sipping wine I did not really want. On the other side of the wall, I could hear a low playlist bleed through drywall. His playlist. My neighbor’s.Ethan Cole.He had been a collection of glimpses for weeks. A bared throat when he tipped back water from a bottle. An easy way with keys and doors. Forearms dark with rain when he came home late and shook out his hoodie on the mat. We traded nods in the hallway. Short, polite hello’s in the elevator. Once, I held the door for him and he pressed his palm to the glass above my head to keep it open. I smelled cedar and soap and something warmer underneath, and I went wordless for three floors.I told myself it was just curiosity. I told myself it would pass.At eight nineteen, there was a knock
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He came back to her. He stood over her, and the pulse in her throat went wild. He did not touch her yet. He let the anticipation climb up her spine like heat climbing a chimney. When he finally bent, she could smell rain on his skin. His palm found the back of her neck. He held it there and waited. She let a sound out that was almost a plea, almost a curse. He answered with a low hum that vibrated through his chest.“Look at yourself,” he said.She looked. The woman in the glass had parted lips and eyes that did not know how to lie. He did not cover her with praise. He did not name her beauty. He named only what he wanted.“Stay still,” he said.He guided her through a slow, relentless study. He told her where to place her knees. He told her how to angle her shoulders. He told her where to rest her eyes. The instructions were spare and clear. When she moved as he asked, he rewarded her with touch. The touch was not frantic. It was precise. It tunneled straight into her and left her sh
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