All Chapters of Spicy Desires : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Charlotte had just finished bathing and tying a thick white towel around her chest when she stepped out of Johnny’s bathroom. The hot water had helped relax her muscles a little, but it did nothing to calm the worry in her mind. Steam still floated in the air, and tiny water droplets clung to her skin. Her hair was wet and falling down her back. She padded barefoot across the soft bedroom carpet, the faint scent of Johnny’s soap mixing with her own floral body wash.She was at Johnny’s house. She had come straight here the moment Hannah left her apartment around about 7:45 p.m., without even taking a bath at home. The worry had been too much. The reason Hannah came that evening? Charlotte was still shocked every time she thought about it.It had started with a soft knock on her apartment door. Charlotte had been in the kitchen, making a simple cup of tea after a long day in her studio. When she opened the door, Hannah was standing there, looking like a completely different person.

He walked her out of the bedroom and into the bright hallway. The lights were coming from small fixtures high on the walls. The hallway was surprisingly very long. This is to show how big his house is. The floor was smooth dark wood, cool under her bare feet. The walls were painted a clean grey, with a few simple paintings hanging here and there in abstract colors, they were nothing too personal.They walked past several doors on both sides. Some were closed tight, handles shining in the light. Charlotte wondered what was behind them. Could be store rooms full of old things. Or guest rooms with big beds and fresh sheets. Or extra bathrooms with shiny tiles. Or maybe just normal empty rooms. She didn’t know. She didn’t ask. She just let Johnny lead her quietly, his warm hand resting lightly on her lower back, guiding her forward.Every step made her more aware of the towel around her body. It was the only thing she wore. It was soft and thick, but very short and stopping mid-thigh, an

She grabbed the fabric of his black T-shirt and pulled it up inch by inch, revealing his hard stomach, his chest, and broad shoulders. She stood on her tiptoes to pull it over his head. Johnny was much taller, so he bent down a little to make it easier for her. His muscles moved under his skin as he lifted his arms. Charlotte’s fingers brushed his warm chest as the shirt came off completely. She let it fall to the dark wood floor beside her own towel.Her hands trembled slightly as they moved down to the waistband of his jeans. The room was quiet except for their breathing. She found the button and undid it carefully, then pulled the zipper down inch by inch.When it was all the way down, she pushed the jeans down over his hips. They slid easily and pooled at his ankles. Johnny stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Now he stood in only his dark briefs. The big bulge in front was impossible to miss… it was thick and hard, and pressing against the fabric.Charlotte sucked in a sharp

Her body shook from excitement. Johnny’s voice… that deep, commanding tone he used on her… was too sweet, too powerful to disobey. It wrapped around her like warm silk, pulling her in. She nodded her head quickly, eyes locked on his. “I can do that” she whispered, voice breathy and eager.Johnny gave her ass a firm squeeze as a reward and his big hand cupped one cheek, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp silently. Heat spread from the spot. He leaned down close to her ear and whispered, “Go and lay down on the bed. Now”Charlotte turned slowly, feeling his eyes on her the whole time. She walked toward the big iron-frame bed, completely naked. Her bare ass swayed with each step she took. She felt his gaze like a touch, burning down her spine, making her tummy flutter.She reached the bed and crawled onto it like a kitten, on hands and knees first, back arched a little, then turning over smoothly. She lay down on her back in the center of the deep red sheets. The fabric was

Bright morning light was seeping into the huge room through the light, transparent white curtains. The sun rays hit Joan directly in the face, warm and insistent. She groaned softly and turned her head and body to the other side, trying to escape the brightness.But the light followed her. She turned again, facing the rays once more, then quickly turned away, burying her face in the soft pillow. The movement made her head throb even harder.Then slowly, something started to feel different. The scent in the air was not her usual lavender room spray or the faint coffee smell from her mother's kitchen every morning. This was clean, fresh, with a hint of expensive cologne… something woody and totally masculine.The air felt cooler, the bed much softer and bigger than her own. The sheets were smooth, high-quality cotton, and the mattress hugged her body perfectly.She realized with a start… this wasn’t her room. It all felt new, unfamiliar, but strangely comfortable and safe.She didn’t mi