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Dirty dancing with my sister’s mate 1

The moon was high, golden and sharp against the dark sky, casting long silver streaks across the trees. Laughter rang out from the fire-lit clearing as couples danced barefoot on the soft earth, the rhythmic drumbeats echoing deep into the woods.It was a night of celebration—my sister’s bonding ceremony. Lilah and Kael were to be officially recognized as mates tomorrow, and tonight was for wine, music, and rituals.I should’ve been happy.But I couldn’t breathe.I stood near the edge of the gathering, glass of berry wine trembling slightly in my hand as I watched Kael through the flickering firelight. Tall, broad-shouldered, his dark shirt half undone at the neck, sleeves rolled up as he talked with an elder. He hadn’t danced with Lilah yet. She was still off mingling, glowing in a soft yellow dress that hugged her curves perfectly.He hadn’t looked at her once.But he’d looked at me. Twice. Maybe three times.And I looked back. Every time.I hated myself for it.Because Kael wasn’t

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Dirty dancing with my sister’s mate 2

The sun had barely risen, a pale smear of gold slipping through the thick forest canopy as I stumbled over a root, breath catching in my throat. I hadn’t slept. Not really. My legs still trembled from what happened last night. My thighs still felt slick. Used.Claimed.The shame came in waves. So did the want.I’d touched my sister’s mate. Let him touch me. Grind into me. Make me come apart with his fingers while our entire pack celebrated just a few feet away.And I’d wanted more. Still did.I wasn’t supposed to be out here this morning, but my body moved before my mind caught up. Something tugged me toward the forest. A magnetic pull I couldn’t explain.No—that’s a lie. I could.Kael was here.I felt him.The moment I stepped into the clearing, I saw him.He was alone, shirtless, standing at the edge of the river with water dripping down his chest. Morning light clung to his skin like dew. His back was to me, muscles taut, head slightly bowed.But he knew I was there.“I could smell

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Dirty dancing with my son-in-law

It started with music.Soft jazz played low in the background, humming through the quiet house after the guests had left. The lights were dim. Champagne glasses sat abandoned on tables. The smell of cake and perfume lingered in the air.I was alone in the living room, heels kicked off, my red satin dress sliding up my thighs as I leaned back on the couch. My daughter’s anniversary party had gone well—until she’d excused herself to put the baby down over an hour ago.Noah, her husband, reappeared from the kitchen with two half-full glasses of champagne. He was barefoot now, sleeves rolled up, tie long since discarded. Still effortlessly handsome. Still too young to look at me the way he did.“I figured you might want a refill,” he said, handing me the glass.I arched a brow. “Are you trying to get your mother-in-law drunk?”He smiled. “Just celebrating.”I accepted it. Our fingers brushed. My stomach fluttered. Dangerous.⸻We sat in silence for a while, sipping, listening to the music

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Dirty dancing with my brother’s girlfriend 1

The party was already loud when I stepped through the door.Ethan’s voice boomed from somewhere inside, laughing, shouting over the bass-heavy music pumping from the speakers. Beer bottles littered the kitchen island. Half the guests looked drunk. The other half looked horny.I hadn’t planned on staying long. Just a quick appearance for my younger brother’s birthday bash, show face, smile, and head back to the hotel.But then I saw her.Maya.She stood by the patio door, drink in hand, laughing at something someone said, the curve of her mouth dangerous. Her black dress was a second skin, hugging her waist, riding up her thighs. Her back was bare—smooth, glowing in the low light—and her heels made her legs look impossibly long.My breath caught, and I hated that it did.She was Ethan’s. My brother’s girlfriend. His serious girlfriend. The one he called “the real thing.” The one he introduced to Mom over brunch. The one who—according to him—might be the one.And yet, she turned her hea

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Dirty dancing with my brother’s girlfriend 2

The morning after the party, I tried to convince myself it hadn’t meant anything.That the feel of Maya’s thighs trembling under my hand, the way her body melted into mine in that hallway, the way she came moaning my name—it was just the alcohol. Just a mistake. A one-time thing.But I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since.Worse, when I walked into the living room that afternoon and saw her curled on the couch in one of Ethan’s shirts, her bare legs folded beneath her, hair messy, coffee mug in hand… I got hard all over again.And I knew.That dance wasn’t the end.⸻Ethan was in the kitchen packing up leftovers.“We’re starving,” he said, grinning. “I’m gonna run out and grab pizza. You staying a little longer?”“Yeah,” I said, eyes flicking to Maya—who avoided mine. “A little.”He kissed her cheek. “Want anything special?”“Anything with extra cheese,” she murmured.He grabbed his keys. “Back in twenty.”The door closed.Silence fell.Maya didn’t look at me.I stood across the ro

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My boss paints me nude 1

I wasn’t supposed to be there. The studio was supposed to be locked, like always after hours. But I had forgotten my phone in the back office, and when I came back, the light under the door of the loft caught my eye. I told myself not to look. Not to get involved in anything beyond my paycheck. But the low hum of music—classical, haunting—pulled me in like a whisper behind the ear. The air was warmer inside, heavy with the scent of turpentine, oil, sweat, and something deeper—like desire distilled into fumes. And then I saw him. Julian Roth. My boss. My silent obsession. A man of few words and too many eyes. He never looked directly at anyone, but you always felt seen. He was in his element, barefoot in charcoal-stained jeans, shirtless, long fingers curled around a brush as he swept it across canvas with the same grace as a lover dragging fingertips across skin. The woman on the stool was nude. Gorgeous. Lithe. She wasn’t just naked—she was offering herself to him, arching, po

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My boss paints me nude 2

The studio smelled of sex and paint.The canvas was crooked, my back had smeared red and black across it like the aftermath of a war. I lay beneath Julian, skin still trembling, his body heavy over mine but not unwelcome. I could feel him softening inside me, a slow withdrawal both physical and unbearable.For a few seconds, neither of us moved. We just breathed.Then he lifted himself off me, pulling out with a hiss and stepping back like something had snapped. My body clenched at the emptiness, already aching again. I sat up slowly, my limbs sore, sticky with sweat and his release. Paint stained my thighs. My breasts. My neck. Even my jaw. It was everywhere. He had ruined me, just as he said.But God, I wanted more.Julian didn’t look at me.He turned away, grabbing a rag to wipe his hands, his mouth, his chest. He didn’t offer it to me. I watched him move—still shirtless, still beautiful, still dangerous—but now somehow more distant than before. Like now that he’d had me, I was alr

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Eat out by my maid 1

The rain fell heavy against the tall glass windows of the Sinclair estate, blurring the world outside into streaks of gray and green. Elena sat in the chaise lounge by the fire, robe loosely tied at her waist, a half-empty glass of red wine dangling from her fingers. She had spent the past few weeks drowning in silence—running from gossip columns, the whispers in polished corridors, the flash of cameras that didn’t care she was grieving more than escaping.Here, in the country, there was no one to watch. No one but her maid.Marisol.She moved like smoke, quiet and graceful, always a step ahead, never a word out of place. Twenty-two, maybe younger. Hired only a month ago through the estate’s service agency, she was supposed to be just another part of the background—laundry, breakfast trays, polished floors. But lately, Elena had begun to notice… more.It started with the way Marisol’s hips swayed as she dusted the bookshelves. Or the curve of her thighs under the modest black uniform

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Eat out by my maid 2

The bathwater had gone lukewarm by the time Marisol stepped in.She didn’t undress. Not entirely. Her uniform soaked immediately—black cotton clinging to her thighs and waist like a second skin. She knelt between Elena’s open legs, hands pressed into the water for balance, and the sight of her like that—clothed and wet, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from Elena’s taste—was more erotic than anything Elena had imagined.She had always liked control. That’s what power was supposed to feel like—commanding, absolute, a man or woman bending to her voice. But with Marisol, it wasn’t just power. It was hunger. Deep, delicious, dangerous hunger. The kind that crawled under your skin and stayed there.Elena reached forward, pushing the girl’s wet hair behind her ear. “You’re mine tonight,” she said softly.Marisol nodded. “Yes, mistress.”The title shouldn’t have sent a shiver down her spine, but it did. Elena leaned in, claiming her mouth again—this time slower, more possessive. Her fingers

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Fucking the groom

The hallway was quiet, the kind of silence that only existed in places where hearts were about to be broken. Sienna stood outside his room with her hand trembling around a small velvet box. Inside was a tie clip—silver, engraved with his initials—something Claire had ordered months ago and nearly forgotten. She had asked Sienna to deliver it. Simple favor. No big deal.Except it was a big deal.Because the groom was Ethan.And Sienna had been in love with Ethan since the first time he looked at her like she was made of something more than skin and bones. Since the first time his hand brushed hers a second too long. Since the moment she realized she didn’t want to be Claire’s maid of honor. She wanted to be the bride.She knocked once. The door creaked open. And there he was.Shirtless.Hair damp from a shower. Slacks riding low on his hips. A whiskey tumbler dangling from his hand.He smiled when he saw her, slow and tired. “Did she send you?”Sienna swallowed. “Tie clip. She forgot.”

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