All Chapters of NAKED SINS (A Compilation Of Sexual Activities): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 1: The QuestioningThe heated argument had been building for days, simmering under the surface like a pot on the verge of boiling over. Jamie had been putting in long hours at the office, working on a high profile project that had her burning the midnight oil. Alex had grown increasingly suspicious and accusatory, his jealousy getting the better of him."Where were you last night?" he demanded, his voice tight with anger. "You didn't get home until after midnight."Jamie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I told you, I was working late. The Thompson account is a nightmare, and if I don't nail this presentation, it could cost the firm millions.""Is that all it was?" His eyes narrowed, suspicion etched into his handsome features. "Or were you off with that new guy at the office? What's his name? Jack?""Oh my God, Alex," she snapped, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "Not this again. I've told you a hundred times, Jack is just a colleague. We were working late on th

Chapter 1 - The MeasurementsThe door to Matteo's private atelier clicks shut with a sound of finality. Liana takes a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. This is it. Their third appointment, but this time... this time will be different.He is already waiting for her when she steps into the warmly lit space, half hidden behind a rack of carefully hung fabrics. His eyes find hers and something hot and electric sparks between them."Buonasera, Liana," he says softly, his Italian accent like fine wine, smooth like silk. "I trust you found the address easily?"She nods, swallowing hard. "Yes. Thank you." Her voice is a near whisper.He gestures to a stool in front of the three way mirror. "Please, have a seat. Let me get started."Liana perches on the edge of the seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her silk robe feels suddenly too tight and too constraining.Matteo picks up a soft fabric tape measure, the kind with the sliding metal strip inside. It glints i

Chapter 3 - The ThreesomeLiana steps back into Matteo's atelier, her heart pounding in her chest. She can still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, the heat of his breath against her ear. She wants more.She finds him bent over his work table, his head bent as he scribbles in a notebook. He looks up as she enters, a slow smile spreading across his face."Back so soon, mia cara?" he asks, setting down his pencil. "I thought I made it clear we were finished for the day."Liana shakes her head, stepping further into the room. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," she admits, voice low and breathy. "About us. I need... I need more."His eyes darken, pupils dilating with desire. "Is that so?" he asks, his voice, a low purr. "And what is it you need, exactly?"She flushes, looking down at her feet. "I need you," she whispers. "I need to feel your hands on my body again. I need... I need your cock inside me."He inhales sharply, eyes flicking to the door. "Liana," he says warningly. "T

Chapter 1 – The ProposalElise Laurent clutched her thesis proposal to her chest as she stood outside Dr. Gabriel Valcour's office door.The worn wood paneled hallway smelled of aged paper and beeswax polish, and the ornate wrought iron sconces cast flickering shadows across the floor. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.Gabriel Valcour. The name sent a thrill down her spine every time she thought of him. He was a legend at the university, known for his brilliant mind, his devastating intellect, and his reputation for reducing grown men to quivering wrecks in his seminars. And Elise had been quietly infatuated with him for two years.She shifted her weight from foot to foot, worrying at a loose thread on her sleeve. She knew this was her only chance. Her research proposal was… unconventional, to say the least. But it was her passion, her obsession, and she would do anything to get Gabriel’s approval.At last, she squared her shoulders, raised a shaking hand, and knocked

Chapter 3 - The ContractThe next morning, Elise woke with the taste of Gabriel still on her tongue and the faint ache in her jaw that made her thighs clench under the sheets, she had gotten home in shame last night but she enjoyed it.She lay there for a long while, staring at the ceiling of her tiny apartment, replaying every second of the night before, the blindfold, the ruler, the way he had spilled down her throat while calling her magnificent.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand with one new message.Dr. Valcour 9:00 p.m. tonight. Wear a dress and nothing underneath to make access easier. Bring your university stationery and a black fountain pen.She read it three times, heat pooling low in her belly, before typing a single word in reply.Yes, sir.That evening she arrived at his office two minutes early, her heart drumming against her ribs. The dress she had chosen was a simple black wool, high necked and modest from the outside, scandalously easy to remove. Beneath it she was