All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The steam clung to my skin, making me feel sticky and hot all over. My breath came fast, shallow, and I pressed my lips together to keep any sound from escaping. Shame curled in my stomach, but right beside it was something hotter, sharper, something that made my thighs squeeze together.I told myself to stop. To turn away. To run back to my room before I did something foolish. But my body didn’t listen.My eyes stayed glued to him as he turned slightly, giving me another view. The lines of his back, the way the muscles shifted as he reached up to scrub his hand over his neck, soap lather sliding across his skin before the water washed it away. His movements were slow, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. He had no idea I was there.Every little detail pulled me deeper. The way water drops slid down his arms. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath. The way his skin gleamed under the stream. My lips tingled as I remembered the kiss we had shared earlier, and a r

His head was bowed like he was buttering his toast, but the smirk on his lips gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.When I tried to shift my chair back just a little, he leaned forward, reaching for the butter dish in the middle of the table. His hand brushed against mine, warm and quick, like an accident—but it wasn’t. My skin tingled where he touched me, and I had to drop my eyes again before his father caught the way I almost jumped.“Something wrong?” his father’s voice cut through the tension.I jolted, almost knocking over my glass.“N-no,” I stammered quickly, forcing a small smile. “Just… the toast is a bit hard.”He grunted, not really paying attention, and went back to eating. Relief washed through me, but only for a moment. Because under the table, Jamie’s foot nudged mine again, slow and teasing this time. He dragged it along my ankle, sending shive

Marie’s POVI had worked so hard all day that my hands still ached from chopping, and my back was sore from standing for hours. But when the Smiths finally arrived and I saw the smiles on their faces as they looked at the food spread on the table, a small part of me felt proud. Maybe tonight would be different. Maybe my husband would finally acknowledge me for something more than just existing in the house.The dining room glowed warmly under the chandelier, the golden light bouncing off the polished wood of the table. The smell of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air, and soft laughter drifted as everyone settled into their seats. I smoothed my dress nervously as I sat down, reminding myself to breathe.Jamie came in a few moments later. I heard his footsteps before I saw him, steady and confident. When he walked into the room, I swore even the air shifted. He wasn’t dressed fancy, just a white shirt rolled up at the sleeves and dark jeans, but he looked effortlessl

Marie’s POVThe next evening the house was quiet except for the bubbling sound of the soup on the stove and the ticking of the kitchen clock. The air smelled of onions, garlic, and the faint sweetness of carrots, and I was standing by the counter with the knife in my hand, trying to focus on chopping vegetables instead of the thoughts spinning in my head.That was when Jamie walked into the kitchen.He looked tired, his hair slightly messy, his shirt clinging to him like he had been running between classes all day. His college bag was hanging from his shoulder, and he set it down by the door with a soft thump. My heart gave a nervous little jump at the sight of him. We hadn’t been alone since last night—since that dinner where he had touched me under the table in a way that still made my skin heat if I remembered it too clearly.I quickly turned back to the counter, pretending to be absorbed in slicing carrots into neat little pieces. “Hey,” I greeted, my voice quieter than I wanted i

Marie’s POVHis lips pressed against the most intimate part of me, and I cried out, my head falling back against the cupboard with a thud. My hands shot forward, one clutching the edge of the counter, the other tangling in his hair without me even realizing it.He licked slowly at first, his tongue teasing me, exploring me, making my hips twitch and jerk. Then he found that sensitive spot—the little bundle of nerves—and his mouth wrapped around it, sucking gently.A sharp, broken moan escaped me. My thighs trembled, my toes curling inside my slippers. My hips lifted off the counter as if my body was chasing him, begging for more.“Oh… oh God…” I whispered, my voice shaking, almost embarrassed by the needy sounds spilling out of me, but I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t want to.The sensation was strange, almost too much, almost unbearable—but in the best way. It was like my whole body was being lit up, nerve by nerve, every touch of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure racing through me