All Chapters of Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Chapter 301 - Chapter 307

The last morning of the weekend came too quietly.The ocean wind crept through the half-open curtains, brushing against my skin, carrying the salt and warmth of the water below. The sunlight touched the sheets still tangled around my legs, proof of what had happened again and again through the night. He lay beside me, one arm thrown across my waist like he owned the right to keep it there.This was supposed to be simple. One weekend. One deal. One performance. But there was nothing simple about the way he touched me anymore.I turned my head slightly. He was already awake, watching me with that same dark, unreadable gaze that had followed me since the first night. His hair was messy, his jaw shadowed, his lips still swollen from the way he kissed me hours ago. He didn’t look like a man who was ready to let this end.“Morning,” he murmured.I swallowed hard. “Morning.”His hand slid from my waist to my hip, down to my thigh, tracing small circles on my skin like he was memorizing it. “

The next night, I told myself I wouldn’t look for him.I cooked dinner, washed the dishes, turned on the TV, and tried to pretend I didn’t keep glancing toward the window that faced his house. It was a warm evening, the kind that made the air thick, heavy, and restless. My nightshirt clung to my skin, my hair stuck to the back of my neck, and every nerve in my body seemed too aware of the man who lived next door.By the time the clock slid toward midnight, I gave up pretending.The soft glow of warm lights spilled from his patio, unlike last night’s darkness. A breeze carried the faint sound of slow music across the short stretch of lawn between us. His glass doors were open, the curtains moving lazily in the wind. He wasn’t standing outside, but I could feel him there.I stepped out onto my porch barefoot again. I wasn’t wearing anything special, just a thin cotton dress that clung to my skin a little too easily. My heart beat faster with every step closer to his house. The music gre

The fourth night felt different.The air was heavier. The silence between our houses wasn’t empty anymore. It was full of the things we’d done. Full of the way he kissed me against the wall. The way he whispered my name against my skin. The way my door was never really locked anymore.I didn’t wait long. I didn’t have to.When I stepped outside, his lights were already on. The glow poured through his open curtains, soft and warm, a quiet invitation that pulled at something deep in my stomach. My heart raced as I crossed the short distance between our doors.This time, I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t knock.The front door opened before I could touch the handle. He stood there barefoot, wearing a black shirt with the top buttons undone and dark sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was a little messy, like he’d been waiting.“You keep coming back,” he said softly.“You keep letting me in.”He smiled, slow and dangerous. “Maybe I like watching you walk toward me.”The sound of the d