Todos los capítulos de One Night Stand series : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Theo couldn’t sleep.Not even close.The house felt too small, too quiet every creak of the floorboards echoing with thoughts he didn’t want to have. He’d taken a cold shower, poured himself a drink, even tried watching the late night news, but nothing drowned out the image of Jasmine’s smile across that table.Her laughter.Her eyes.That damn dare.Finally, he gave up pretending and stepped outside. The night air was cool and heavy with the scent of rain, the world holding its breath between heartbeats.And there she was.Jasmine sat on the porch steps of her house, a blanket around her shoulders, her hair loose and wild. She looked up as if she’d been expecting him.“Can’t sleep either?” she asked softly.Theo’s chest tightened. He took one step forward then another. “No.”Something in his voice made her swallow hard. The air between them felt charged again, that invisible line they’d both spent days trying not to cross humming with electricity.“I keep replaying tonight,” she whis

Jasmine opened her eyes the next morning and it landed on Theo. She smiled, laying on her side and watching him. This man she’d fallen in love with. This man whose love was forbidden.She reached out her hand and cupped his face. He looked gentle whe sleeping, a stark contrast to his dom face. Her pussy throbbed from the memory of last night, face flushing.Theo’s eyes opened and he smiled at her.“How are you, sweetheart?”She didn't respond. Instead she took his large hand, licked it and purred, then fluttered her eyelashes seductively to tell him she wanted it.“Already? The one of last night was not enough for you?”She bit into his hand a little, her soft lips sliding around his hand, the contact making his dick slowly rise.“If that's what you want. So be it,” he said, getting up, and standing.Jasmine looked at him with anticipation.“What are you waiting for? On your knees, pet,” he said.Jasmine’s pulse spiked andshe dropped to her knees.Theo circled, slow predator steps, un

The fire station buzzed with the aftermath of chaos the smell of smoke, wet ash, and sweat clinging to the air like a second skin. Engines were parked in their bays, hoses coiled, helmets stacked. But the noise, the laughter, the usual camaraderie of men who’d survived another shift was fractured that morning because Adam was coming.And everyone could feel it.Theo had just finished scrubbing down his gear when he heard the heavy footsteps echoing through the open doors. He didn’t even need to look up. The sound was too familiar, too deliberate.Adam.Theo straightened slowly, closing his locker door, his pulse tightening in his throat. He’d expected this dreaded it, really ever since he’d seen the look on he fucked jasmine and Theo knows friends siblings are off limits which he crossed, It had only been a matter of time.Adam didn’t stop walking until he was right in front of him, his boots thudding hard against the concrete. The other firefighters pretended to keep busy, but everyo

Jasmine hadn’t slept much since the night she’d left Theo’s house. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him standing in that doorway bruised, tired, and breaking in a way she didn’t know how to fix.The silence between them was worse than any fight. It followed her everywhere: into the kitchen where Adam barely looked at her, down the hall where the air felt heavy, into her dreams where she could still taste smoke and salt and him.By the third day, she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to talk to someone who didn’t belong to this suffocating small town someone who’d actually listen instead of judge.So she called Tia.Her best friend, her chaos twin, the one person who knew everything about her… except this.The phone barely rang twice before Tia’s familiar voice answered, loud and dramatic as ever.“Girl, don’t tell me you finally died of boredom in that town. I told you summering with your brother was gonna suck the hot out of your life.”Jasmine flopped onto her bed, staring

The hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in Theo’s apartment.Jasmine sat curled up on his couch, legs tucked beneath her, a soft blanket draped around her shoulders. The lights were off, just the flicker of the streetlamp outside breaking through the blinds.Every creak of the floorboards upstairs made her heart jump.He’d been gone for five days five impossibly long days on an out of town fire assistance call. He’d texted her once: We’re back tomorrow.That was all. No warmth, no promise, but enough for her to know he was safe.She hadn’t planned to come here.At least, that’s what she told herself as she’d stood in front of his door, key trembling in her hand. But the moment she’d stepped inside, everything in her chest had exhaled. His scent still clung to the air smoke, cedar, and that faint trace of soap that was purely him.She didn’t know what she was waiting for. Maybe closure. Maybe chaos.Maybe both.The sound of a key turning in the lock jolted her upright.Her heart