All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Dante’s POVThe truth came like a knife in the dark—sharp, cold, and already buried to the hilt before I even felt the sting.Vito.My second cousin. My right hand since I was twenty-three. The man who’d carried my drunk ass home after my first real hit, who’d stood beside me at my father’s funeral and never once blinked when I gave the order to burn the old man’s body instead of burying it. For months he’d been feeding the feds everything—shipment dates, warehouse codes, names of our cleaners, even the routes we used to move product through the port.Luna’s tapes? The ones she’d risked her life to record? They never made it past the first dead drop. The Bureau knew exactly who she was working with.They’d turned her into bait, a shiny lure dangling in front of me, willing to let her die if it kept their prized rat breathing.When Enzo came to my office. And kept the evidence on the desk. Burner. Phone logs. Encrypted messages. Bank deposits. Ones that I had never ever authorized. I f

Elena’s POVAfter that first meeting, time stopped behaving normally. Days didn’t pass—they sparkled. Like someone cranked up the thermostat on my life and snapped the dial clean off.Every morning, right on cue, Ethan appeared at my office door with coffee. Black. No sugar. Exactly how I liked it. And always that smile—easy, warm, dangerous.“Good morning, Elena,” he’d say, voice low and smooth, like it knew things about me.I’d take the cup, nod like a professional adult woman, and absolutely not acknowledge the way my heart did a full sprint in my chest.Pretending lasted about a week.By Friday, we were staying late almost every night. The client pitch was breathing down our necks, and I needed someone sharp, reliable, and willing to lose track of time with me.Enter: Ethan.By seven, the office was a ghost town. Lights dimmed. Hallways quiet. Just the hum of the AC, my desk lamp glowing, and Ethan stretched out on the couch in my office—laptop open, tie loosened, sleeves rolled u

Elena’s povThe morning after the closet, I walked into the office with my head high and my pulse racing. Ethan was already at his desk outside my door, typing away like the world hadn’t flipped upside down last night. He glanced up, flashed that wicked grin, and said, “Coffee’s ready, Elena.”Just like always. But his eyes screamed memories of my mouth on him.I took the cup, fingers brushing his on purpose this time. “Conference room in ten. Bring the updates.”“Yes, boss,” he replied, voice low and teasing.The day dragged slow at first—meetings, calls, emails. But every glance across the room sparked fire. Every time he leaned over my shoulder to point at a screen, his breath tickled my neck. I stayed cool on the outside. Inside? Melting.By lunch, the office buzzed with people. Safe. But the pull grew stronger.Late afternoon, we needed to “discuss” a slide change. I hit the elevator button for the top floor—empty executive level. He stepped in right behind me.Doors slid shut. J

Elena’s POVThe high from the desk night lasted days. I floated through meetings with a secret smile. Every brush of fabric against my skin reminded me of his hands, his mouth, that wild rush. Work flew by. Life sparkled.But nothing this hot stays hidden forever.The first crack came mid-week. Team lunch in the café downstairs. I sat with colleagues, chatting numbers. Ethan joined late, tray in hand, sliding into the seat beside me casually.Under the table, his fingers found my knee. Traced slow circles up my thigh.I froze. Fork halfway to my mouth.He chatted with the group like normal, laugh lines crinkling, but his touch climbed higher, teasing the edge of my skirt.Heat flooded me instantly. I shifted my legs, tried trapping his hand. He just pushed gentler. Brushed lace.My cheeks burned. I coughed to cover a gasp.Someone asked for my opinion on the budget. The words stumbled out.His fingers circled slow, finding the damp spot already growing.I gripped my napkin tight and s

Maya’s POV“Is it always this crazy back here, or did I walk into the wrong world?”The words left my mouth before I could even stop it. And the girl that was standing beside me laughed so hard as she pulled a crate as she passed me.“You get used to it,” she said. “Or you don’t.”I needed a job. Like really did. And I had signed up as a crew member for this show that was happening. I had never worked in a place like this but there was a first time for everything.Backstage was loud in a way that didn’t care about your ears. Voices crashed into each other. Music was still thumping in a faint way from the walls. Lights were blinking as if they were confused if it was night already or not.I adjusted the badge hanging around my neck. CREW. That was me tonight. Just a job. One night. Nothing special.That was the plan.I moved out of the way as someone rushed past, then someone else. Sweat stuck to my skin. The air smelled like effort and excitement. My heart was still racing so much fro