LOGININGRID I didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. Mr. Cole stood in front of me, looking entirely too comfortable with whatever he had planned. Meanwhile, I was beginning to regret every decision that had brought me into his house. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said. “Unfortunately, I disagree.” I glanced towards the doorway. It wasn’t particularly far. If I moved quickly enough, I could probably make it out before he realised what I was doing. “Can we just forget about this?” I asked, forcing a smile. “It was one bracelet, and I've apologised. We can do the punishment but if I don't relent... What do you think?” My heart thundered loudly in my chest and if he stepped any closer I'm more than certain he'd hear it. I'd never been punished for stealing before, sure I've had my cards frozen and gotten grounded but there was something about Officer Cole that made the hairs at the back of my neck stand. “You made that promise before taking the bracelet.” “I made an een
INGRID The house was eerily quiet and not even in a calm way, it made me too anxious of my movements like the whole house would collapse if I moved around. I stood near the entrance, looking around while my father spoke to his friend. They had been talking for the last fifteen minutes, and I was beginning to wonder whether either of them remembered that I was actually there. Note: being delivered to another man’s house was a family affair. “She’s been giving me trouble for years,” my father said, shaking his head. “I honestly don’t know what else to do with her.” I turned towards him. “You’re making it sound like I’m a criminal.” His friend looked at me briefly before returning his attention to my father. “Is she not?” I gasped. “Daddy, did you hear that?” “I heard him.” “And you’re just going to let him insult me?” My father gave me a look. “Would you prefer I tell him about the incident at the hotel last month?” I closed my mouth. There were certain thi
INGRID “Are you fucking kidding me?” I looked at the man standing in front of me, then down at the little gold watch sitting comfortably in my palm. Honestly, I didn’t understand why he was making such a fuss. It was a pretty watch, and it had been sitting on that table practically begging to be taken. Besides, I hadn’t even decided whether I wanted to keep it. “Miss, I’m going to need you to hand that over.” I tilted my head. “Hand what over?” His expression changed. “The watch.” I glanced at my palm again, pretending to be surprised. “Oh, this? I thought you were talking about something else.” “Miss!” “There’s no need to shout. I’m standing right here.” The man looked like he was two seconds away from having a stroke. He was probably in his fifties, wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive expression. I’d seen him earlier, laughing with some equally rich people at the charity event, and now he was looking at me like I’d personally ruined his entire bloodline.
I stretch out on my stomach across the bed when the match ends, phone still in my hand, scrolling without reading. Tobi stays on the floor for a while, then climbs up behind me like it is the most natural thing in the world. “Your back is tense,” he says. “Everything is tense. This house is full of people.” His hands settle on my shoulders. Ordinary pressure at first. Slow circles with his thumbs that work the knots I didn’t even know were there. I let my eyes close and tell myself this is nothing. He has done this before when we were studying or when I complained about sitting too long. This is the same. It has to be the same. His palms move lower, following the line of my spine with deliberate care. When they reach the small of my back the heat starts, low and unwanted, spreading through me in a slow wave. I still don’t move. The shorts I threw on after my shower are thin and I never bother with underwear at home. The knowledge sits between us like a third person in the ro
Wren I kept my eyes shut and tried to breathe like someone who was actually asleep. The mattress dipped. Beck’s weight settled on the edge of the bed, close enough that the heat of him reached me through the thin sheet. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure he could hear it. His hand hovered above my body, I felt the warmth of his palm an inch above my thigh, then higher, tracing the shape of me without quite touching. When his fingers finally landed, they were careful, almost reverent, sliding from my knee up the outside of my leg. The sheet whispered under his hand. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Wren,” he murmured, voice low and rough like he was talking to himself. I stayed still. Barely breathing. His hand moved higher, cupped the side of my hip, thumb stroking once over the soft curve. Then it drifted inward, brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I had to lock every muscle to keep from spreading my legs for him. He smelled way hotter than he did in th
Wren Beck practically shoved me off him, and I had to grab the edge of the counter to steady myself. “What are you doing?” “Stay here.” He got up, quickly straightening his clothes before reaching for the dish towel. He untied the knot around his wrist, dropped the towel onto the counter and ran a hand through his hair. I watched him with a frown. “Beck, who’s at the door?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he headed towards the hallway, leaving me standing in the kitchen wondering what had suddenly gotten into him. “Seriously?” I called after him. “Just stay there, Wren and get dressed.” I rolled my eyes and adjusted my clothes. Whoever was at the door seemed particularly impatient because another round of knocking followed before Beck finally opened it. “About time,” a woman said. “Sorry, I was upstairs and didn’t hear you knock,” Beck replied sheepishly. This sight seemed incredulous to me. “Yeah, whatever.” I couldn’t see them properly from the kitchen, but I could hear t
I slipped quietly through the back door, my pulse racing with excitement. Gosh I had missed Tyler. My pussy clenched at the thought of his name and I clasped my palm over my mouth to hold back my moan. It was what? Two weeks? Vibrators can only manage a sex crazed girl like me. The house wa
My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at Jake standing in the doorway. Heat flooded my face, and embarrassment rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy. Aiden was still buried deep inside me, his body warm and heavy against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to scramble away, but his hands he
I froze in the doorway, did I hear clearly? I mean his tone sounds inviting, is he asking me to...? Shit. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I swallowed my moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. Fuck, he was ho
I had a crush on Aiden for as long as I could remember. It started innocent enough, watching him laugh with Jake in our driveway, but it had grown into something deeper, hotter, something that kept me awake at night imagining his hands on me. Now I wanted more than just to watch from the sidelines.







