Lahat ng Kabanata ng WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

He stood in the doorway like he’d walked straight out of a scene I wasn’t prepared for. He wasn’t old, not even close. He looked young—early thirties at most—and unfairly handsome. The kind of handsome that made you blink, like your eyes needed a second to adjust.He wore grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips and a fitted black tank top that clung to his chest and shoulders. His hair was damp with sweat, strands curling slightly at the ends. His skin glistened faintly, the way it does after a good workout. He looked strong, tired, and completely unaware of what his presence did to the room.His breathing was still heavy, chest rising and falling as if he’d just run a few miles.I dropped my hand from the shelf and straightened quickly.“Good day, sir,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t wobble. “I’m your new maid… Celia.”For a heartbeat, he didn’t say a word.He just looked at me.His gaze started at my face—steady, unreadable—then drifted downward, taking in the uniform, the curve of

That night felt different from the moment Mrs. Grace told me, “Mr. Romano wants to see you.”Her voice was calm, but my stomach twisted itself into a nervous knot. I wiped my hands on my apron as I walked down the hallway, trying not to overthink. But my brain did what brains do—it created a thousand possible reasons he could be calling me.Maybe he wanted to complain about something.Maybe I did something wrong.Maybe… I didn’t even know.When I reached his door, I paused for a second just to breathe. Then I knocked softly.“Come in,” he said, voice deep and steady.I pushed the door open, and the first thing I noticed was the lighting. The lamps were dimmed, casting warm, golden shadows over everything. The air smelled faintly like his cologne—clean, warm, expensive—and something smoky from the scotch.Then I saw him.He was seated on the couch like he belonged in some movie scene—one ankle resting on his knee, one hand holding a glass that caught the light and made the drink glow l

Matteo took off his clothes real slow, like he wanted me to see every bit of him. His shirt came off first, showing those strong shoulders and a chest that had just the right amount of hair. I watched his muscles flex as he tossed the shirt aside, landing on the chair in the corner of his bedroom. The room smelled like his cologne mixed with the faint scent of clean sheets from earlier when I changed them. Then his pants dropped, the belt buckle clinking against the hardwood floor.He stepped out of them, kicking them away, and there he was, standing before me completely naked. God, he looked so hot, all muscled and ready from his daily workouts in the home gym downstairs. His cock stood out long and thick, the head already shiny with a bit of pre-cum, veins running along the shaft like they were pulsing with need. It pointed straight at me, hard and demanding, making my heart race faster. I couldn't stop staring at it, my mouth going dry as I imagined how it would feel inside me, str

Scarlett’s POVI always believed trouble had a personality.Bold.Loud.Annoying.And for some reason—obsessed with me.But tonight?Trouble showed up wearing a full tuxedo, holding a knife, and dragging danger by the hand.Because tonight… I made the stupidest mistake of my entire twenty-three years on this planet.I hacked the wrong server.I sat in my apartment. It was dim except for the soft glow of my monitor in front of me. Wires. Empty coffee cups. And half open notebooks that covered my desk like it was confetti made by stressed out gremlins. I sat in an oversized hoodie. My hair was in a wild bun. My eyes were glued on the screen. “Come on,” I whispered to my laptop like it was a moody friend. “Don’t freeze now. Open the file. I believe in you.”The fan hummed loudly. I swore the laptop was about to lift off and fly into space. I wasn’t hacking anything illegal. Well—technically. I was doing my usual freelance job: testing a client’s firewall for weak spots. Normal, safe, n

Scarlett’s povThe room was freezing.The metal chair was cold.The floor was cold.Even the lamp above me looked like it hated warmth.Everything in that room was ice…except me.My skin still felt like it was on fire from Damon’s touch.Too warm.Too real.Too dangerous.My brain kept replaying the moment he almost kissed me —his breath mixing with mine,his eyes glued to my lips,his hand gripping the back of my chair like he’d break the whole building if he let go.I should’ve been panicking.But nope.Not even a little.Which honestly terrified me more.But when I finally saw the little blinking camera that was at one corner of the room. Something inside of my head clicked.Oh right.Wake up, Scarlett.I wasn’t just some girl strapped to a chair.I was a hacker.A runner.A girl who should NOT be on anyone’s kill list.And I was definitely NOT dying today.I took a slow breath and scanned everything.Ropes.Chair.Door.If this room had even one weakness, I’d find it.And boom —