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3Noah’s POV Ethan had no fucking idea.Not about last night. Not about the kitchen. Not about the fact that I’d had his sister’s legs wrapped around me in the shower just a few hours ago.And definitely not about the way I was watching her now, sitting across from me on the couch, pretending she wasn’t thinking about it too.“Dude, focus.”I blinked. Ethan shoved a controller into my hands, already scrolling through the game menu.“We doing this or what?” he asked.I smirked, slouching deeper into the couch. “Sure. But you know I’m gonna kick your ass, right?”Ethan scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”Ava was pretending I didn’t exist. She sat at the other end of the couch, scrolling on her phone like she wasn’t completely aware of me.Which was bullshit.Because I could see the way her fingers tapped a little too fast. The way her knee bounced. The way she refused to look at me.She was trying to pretend that nothing had happened. That she wasn’t sitting there, in the same room as her brother,

5Noah’s POVEthan’s pool parties were always an excuse for him to drink cheap beer and brag about how many push-ups he could do in a row. For me, tonight had only one purpose—Ava.She’d been avoiding me all day, sending me curt looks and pressing her lips together like she was holding back words she didn’t dare say. Guilt was eating her up, but I knew better. The more she tried to pull away, the more I saw through the cracks—how her breath hitched when I walked past, how she stiffened when I got too close. She wanted me, even if she wouldn’t admit it.The backyard was packed, music thumping, bodies glistening with pool water and sweat. But I only saw her.Ava stepped out of the house, her bare feet on the concrete, her eyes scanning the crowd. And fuck me—she looked sinful.A tiny black bikini barely covered her curves, the strings tied tight around her neck and hips. Her long, sun-kissed legs stretched endlessly, and her damp hair cascaded over her shoulders like a goddamn invitatio

7Ava’s POV I should have stopped this. We should have stopped this.That thought ran through my mind as I slipped out of my bed and into the hallway, my bare feet silent against the floor. Ethan was asleep in his room. I walked down the hallway to Noah’s room.His door was unlocked. Of course it was. It was like he had been expecting me, like he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist even if I wanted to.Noah lay on his back, one arm tossed over his head, the sheets low on his hips. The dim glow from the streetlight outside cast just enough light for me to see the bare expanse of his chest, the slow rise and fall of his breathing. He looked peaceful, but the second the door clicked shut, his head turned.“Ava,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. “Couldn’t stay away?”I swallowed hard, but there was no turning back now. I crawled onto his bed, straddling him before he could move. His hands immediately found my thighs, fingers digging in like

Deprived Wife 1ZaraA firm knock on the front door made me jump just a bit as I tightened the sash around my robe.I paused near the mirror by the hallway, catching a quick glance at myself. My hair was thrown up into a lazy bun with my robe slipping off one shoulder, silk camisole clinging to my breasts in the heat. A little too thin and little too noticeable.Victor would’ve made a comment. Something passive, or impatient. But Victor was already at work, and the house was quiet.I padded over to the door barefoot, opened it just enough to peek through.And there he was.He stood tall, dressed in black, shirt rolled to his elbows, pants fitted but modest. His skin was a rich brown, smooth, stretched over lean muscles that didn’t quite fit the image of a house driver. He looked like he belonged in a security convoy, not behind the wheel of a domestic car.“I’m Michael,” he said. His voice was low and calm. “Mr. Victor asked me to report this morning.”For a moment, I didn’t speak. I

ZaraThe champagne burned in the back of my throat, and I welcomed it.I didn’t come to the event for the speeches or the people. I didn’t care about Victor’s client’s anniversary party or the whispers behind bejeweled hands. I came because it was late, and I needed an excuse to slip out of the house in a dress short enough to raise questions.Victor barely noticed.He spent most of the evening three conversations deep, nodding at numbers I didn’t care to understand. I, on the other hand, stayed near the open bar, letting glass after glass numb the edges of my thoughts until they weren’t thoughts anymore, just images.Images of Michael’s hands. Images of his eyes in the rearview mirror. Images of the way his fingers had curled very tight around the steering wheel when I’d parted my legs enough to give him a nice view yesterday.He hadn’t said a word but I’d felt the hear and the tension that was running between us both. And I knew he wanted me to. Just as long as I wanted him.And now