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THE HOT NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR 7
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2026-07-21 23:27:18
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100 WAYS TO SIN FUCK ME AFTER THE FIGHT 3
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
100 WAYS TO SIN TWO YEARS OF ALMOST 8
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
100 WAYS TO SIN TWO YEARS OF ALMOST 7
Avery’s POV The first week after his office I learned how to walk the halls like nothing had changed. It was a lie I performed well. I answered pages. I scrubbed in. I presented data on the trial calls with the same precise voice as before. Elias gave me instructions in front of other people with the same controlled tone. To the floor we were unchanged. In the short, stolen spaces behind locked doors we were not. Twice we ended up in his office after the unit had thinned. Once in a call room on the night shift when the board was quiet for twenty minutes. Each time the wanting felt less like a break in judgment and more like a current we had both stopped fighting. He fucked me against the door with his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I took him in my mouth in the call room chair until his head dropped back and his fingers tightened in my hair. We cleaned up. We fixed our clothes. We walked out at separate times. The hospital absorbed the evidence and kept moving. On Thursday t
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Elias’s POV She walked into the lobby at 6:28 with her bag over one shoulder and the protocol binder under her arm. Whatever softness the night had left on her face was gone, replaced by the clean professional composure she wore like armor. Only the brief hold of her eyes on mine gave anything away. We checked out. We rode to the airport. We boarded the flight and sat in the same row with a shared armrest and a whole night of unfinished want sitting quietly between us. I did not touch her. At the hospital the ordinary machine of the day closed around us again. Rounds. A consult. A trial check-in call with the other sites. Avery answered questions in the same precise voice she always used. I gave instructions in the same controlled tone. To anyone watching we were exactly what we had been for two years. The only difference lived under my skin and in the memory of her mouth and the way she had looked at me when she told me to stop treating her like glass. By late afternoon the floo
100 WAYS TO SIN SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li
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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
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