Semua Bab Seventh Seduction : Bab 21 - Bab 30

FUCK KALVIN FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART Gently cleaning the obvious chaos in his room, mind only partly there because every tick of the clock was winding me tighter. The ache between my legs had turned vicious. Dirty scenes kept flashing through my head like I was the main character in some low-budget p**n shoot—except this wasn’t scripted, and I wasn’t getting paid. I was lazily dragging the rag across the dresser, aware that Kalvin could step in any soon. Then all of a sudden I saw it like a trance when the door opened. Kalvin stepped in. I spun around the second I felt him close, bare back to him. He didn’t waste time—hands clamped around my waist, thumbs stroking skin like he already owned it, then he threw me onto the bed. He peeled off that long vintage nightshirt thing he sleeps in. His skin looked illegally clean, almost glowing, like the brightness of the firmament—Or possibly like he’d been polished under studio lights. Curly chest hair, not fussy like the waves on his hea

SEEING MY DAD'S FRIEND’S SEXY NUDE BODY I came home torn between low-key anger and sky-high anticipation. Part of me wished I’d just stayed the night at Brucha’s—more time to stare at Senior Jack, my new prince charming, even if it was only fantasies playing on loop in my head. I could’ve slept over, come back early, and never known. Only my dad would’ve noticed I was gone; he always checks on me before he sleeps, no exceptions. But he’d ordered me home, so Brucha—being the gentleman he is—let me go without argument. I respect that about him. I wish I could just take his money, his sweetness, and transplant it into a body like Kalvin’s… or, better yet, a slightly toned-down version of Senior Jack’s. A downgraded Senior Jack would be perfect. I don’t have the energy to fight side chicks for my man. Senior Jack is stupidly cute—like a male mermaid carved by the gods. He waved goodbye and threw me that wink. I still don’t know what it meant to him, but to me? Pure emotional sabotage.

DARING KALVIN I gasped and collapsed onto the nearest chair, my whole body begging to crawl into bed and black out. Fresh from the shower, it felt like the day’s buildup of sin, sweat, and filthy daydreams had finally swirled down the drain. I was clean. Renewed. And—annoyingly—completely not horny for the first time in hours. Every dirty scenario I’d been scripting in my head fizzled out. Gone. Even the memory of Senior Jack gripping my hips mid-search—his fingers pressing just hard enough to short-circuit my brain—barely stirred me now. Maybe the crush had made every tiny touch of him feel overwhelming. But that was only part of it. And then the full-screen nude of a grown man appeared before me. Kalvin. Blonde, beautifully proportioned, the kind of body that could make many men want him. Any gay man with a pulse would want to climb him. But today someone decidedly not male wants him just as badly—and she’s fucking desperate. Today has been one long lust diary entry. If Kalvin

SEXUAL DRAMA IN KALVIN'S ROOM “Maybe.” I played along, faking my own little show of terror. I clutched him tight against my body. God, it felt so damn sweet having Kalvin wrapped around me like that. The big moment had finally arrived. Kalvin still hadn’t clocked that he was basically fused to me now. His breathing came in short, panicked bursts. Aunty Laura was way more professional at scaring the life out of someone than Kalvin ever was at playing homosexual. One big bottle of expensive champagne for Laura in the morning. Job well done. We stayed locked together as the tension slowly bled out of the room. Only the tick-tock of the clock remained. I slid my hand over his robe. No reaction. I did it on purpose. My fingers slipped under the fabric, finding bare skin. His chest hair caught against my palm the second I made contact. A delicious shiver rolled through me—several of them, actually. I felt Kalvin hitch. He still hadn’t tried to climb off the bed. Maybe in his head, br

A SEXY PLAN WITH AUNTY LAURA As Laura arrived to announce my meal was ready, I seized the opportunity to engage her in an unconventional conversation. "Why do you always dress like an old woman?" I asked, fake curiosity getting the better of me.My intentions were clear to me. I wanted to create an environment that is sexually prompting enough to make Kalvin a victim before my dad-his boyfriend returns home.Laura's expression changed from neutral to shocked, her eyes widening slightly. "What do you mean, Lily?" she replied, her voice laced with curiosity.I took a deep breath, savoring the moment."I mean, you're a mid-aged woman, but you dress like you're much older. Why wear an apron over a chef's uniform all day?" Laura hesitated, about to respond, but I continued, driven by my train of thought."Couldn't you wear something more fitted and modern? You'd look smart, and who knows, you might attract some attention."Laura listened intently, her silence a testament to her surpris