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THE HOT NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR 2
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2026-07-21 20:20:41
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100 WAYS TO SIN GEKENNZEICHNET VOM ARROGANTEN ALPHA-KAPITÄN 14
Grant’s POV She lasted four days. Four days of clean asks. Four days of coming home to a wife who met me at the door with her mouth instead of a manufactured problem. Four days of taking her to bed without a fight first and watching her come apart because she had chosen it. I should have known the peace was temporary. Sloane did not live inside easy limits for long. She tested them to make sure they were real. Friday night she tested them. I walked in at 6:40 to a dark living room and no music and her laptop open on the table to a travel site full of one-way flights she had no reason to be looking at. She was on the couch in jeans and one of my shirts with a glass of wine and an expression that was already halfway to a fight. “You’re late,” she said. “I texted.” “You always text. It doesn’t make you on time.” I set my bag down and looked at her. The restless edge was back in her shoulders. The soft version from the last four mornings was gone. In its place was the woman who wo
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Sloane’s POV Morning felt different in a way I did not trust yet. Grant was already awake when I opened my eyes. He was on his side facing me, one hand resting on the curve of my waist, watching me like he had been doing it for a while. The night before sat between us without needing to be replayed. My body still held the deep ache of him. The terms he had set still sat in the air. “Hi,” I said. “Hi.” “You’re staring.” “I’m checking whether you’re going to start a fight before coffee.” I almost did it out of habit. A sharp comment. A roll of my eyes. Something to put the ground back under my feet. Instead I stretched under his hand and told the truth. “I’m too sore to start a fight.” His mouth moved in something like a smile. He leaned in and kissed me once, brief and warm, then got up. “Stay there.” I listened to him in the kitchen. Coffee. The refrigerator. Ordinary sounds that felt less loaded than they had two days ago. When he came back he had two mugs and no shirt. He
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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
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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
100 WAYS TO SIN FUCK ME AFTER THE FIGHT 2
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
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LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
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LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
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LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
100 WAYS TO SIN SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 2
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou
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