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Sloane’s POV I woke up soft and immediately hated it. Grant was already in the shower. The bed still held the shape of him and the memory of his mouth between my legs. My body felt used in the best way and unfinished in the worst. He had taken care of me, made me say what I wanted, and then held the last inch of control like a lesson. The lesson had landed. That did not mean I was ready to be obedient about it. I got up, put on his shirt, and made coffee. When he came into the kitchen with wet hair and a clean work shirt he paused in the doorway like he was checking the weather in the room. I kept my face neutral and handed him a mug. “Morning,” I said. “Morning.” He took the coffee. His eyes moved over my bare legs and the open collar of his shirt. “How do you feel.” “Looked after.” I leaned against the counter. “And cheated.” A corner of his mouth moved. “Because I didn’t fuck you.” “Because you decided alone.” “We talked about this last night.” “You talked. I came. Then y
100 WAYS TO SIN FUCK ME AFTER WE FIGHT 5
Grant’s POV I closed the bedroom door and stood with my back against it until my breathing evened out. My hands still smelled like her. My cock was still hard enough to ache against my trousers. In the kitchen Sloane was bare on the counter where I had left her, dazed and wet and furious in the way that always meant I had gotten under her skin. Every part of me wanted to walk back out there and finish what she had started. That was why I did not. If I fucked her every time she picked a fight, the pattern would own both of us. I stripped off my work shirt and sat on the edge of the bed in the dark. The apartment was quiet. No footsteps in the hall yet. She was still in the kitchen deciding whether pride or want would win. I knew which one I was betting on. I also knew that if she came through the door mouthy and looking for another round of sparring, I would have to decide again how far to let it go. Five minutes passed. Then ten. The hallway floor creaked. The bedroom door opene
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Sloane’s POV I thought about his voice all day. The way he had said I decide. The way he had closed the distance in the kitchen without touching me. The almost-brush of his arm and the rough edge under his patience. By noon I was restless and wet and angry at myself for how easy he could leave me like that. By five I had already decided I was not going to ask nicely. I changed before he got home. Not into anything obvious enough to look like a request. Just a short robe over nothing and my hair down the way he liked and used to comment on when we were newer. I poured a drink I did not need and left his sitting untouched on the counter. The apartment was quiet. Waiting. I felt the old familiar spark under my skin and fed it on purpose. His keys turned in the door at 6:51. Grant walked in, saw me, and stopped. His eyes moved from my face to the robe to the bare line of my legs and back up. Something dark and tired and interested moved through his expression before he locked it down
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Grant’s POV I ate the pasta standing at the living room window and tried to talk myself out of what I already knew. Sloane had not been mad about dinner. She had not been mad about the text or the meeting or the time on the clock when I walked in. She had been in that mood again. The one that showed up on quiet nights when the apartment was too calm and she needed friction the way some people needed air. I had watched the pattern form for months. A sharp comment. A door closed too hard. An argument built out of almost nothing. Then the look in her eyes when I refused to climb into it with her. Tonight she had pushed further than usual. Maybe I want you to do something about it. The sentence was still sitting under my skin when I rinsed the plate and turned off the kitchen light. The apartment had gone quiet in the particular way it did when she went to bed angry. Or whatever version of angry this actually was. I stood in the hallway outside our bedroom and listened to the silence
100 WAYS TO SIN FUCK ME AFTER THE FIGHT
Sloane’s POV I heard his keys in the door at 6:42 and decided before he even stepped inside that I was in a mood. Not a real one. Not the kind that came from a bad day or a real problem. The other kind. The kind that lived under my skin on quiet evenings when the apartment felt too calm and Grant walked in with his tie already loosened and that patient look on his face like nothing in the world could pull him off center. I wanted to pull him off center. He set his bag down by the entry and hung his coat. I stayed on the couch with my laptop open to a spreadsheet I had stopped reading twenty minutes earlier. He kissed the top of my head as he passed. The same soft domestic kiss as always. Warm. Careful. Not enough. “How was your day?” he asked from the kitchen. “Fine.” I heard the refrigerator open. The clink of a glass. Water running. Ordinary sounds in an ordinary kitchen in a marriage that looked clean from the outside. I stared at the laptop screen and felt the rest
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Elias’s POV The rumor did not die. It also did not become a formal complaint. It lived in the space between, the way hospital gossip often did. A look that lasted too long in a meeting. A careful joke that stopped when I entered the room. Avery’s name paired with mine in a sentence that trailed off. We kept the work cleaner than it had ever been. Her documentation was flawless. The trial’s first quarter numbers came back strong. On paper she was untouchable. In the halls the story still breathed. I stopped caring about the halls first. Three weeks after the night at my apartment we were scheduled for the second site visit. Overnight again. Same institutional booking. Separate rooms on the same floor. The official schedule had us in data review until nine. By nine-thirty the host team had left and the hotel hallway was quiet. Avery stood at her door with the key card in her hand and looked at me. “Door closed this time,” she said. “Yes.” We barely made it past the threshold. I h
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