Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

Nicholas’ POVShe collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and panting. I crawled up her body, kissing my way up her stomach, between her breasts, finally claiming her mouth. She could taste herself on my lips and tongue, and she kissed me back with a lazy, sated passion."A-plus," she whispered against my mouth, a giddy smile on her face."I had a good teacher." I stood up to shed my suit jacket, my shirt, my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and aching. I joined her on the bed, lying beside her, propped up on an elbow, just looking at her. "You're so beautiful, Anna."She reached out and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly."You're pretty spectacular yourself. Now, are you going to make love to me, or are we just going to talk about it?"I rolled on top of her, settling between her thighs. The head of my cock nudged against her soaked entrance. I looked into her eyes, seeking permission. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.That

Nicholas’ POV I almost dropped the box. "Jesus, Rebecca!" She just giggled and walked away. By the time I had all four boxes by the door, I was sweating from more than just the attic heat. Mrs. Charleston reappeared, holding her purse and a light jacket. "You're a lifesaver, Nicholas. The money is on the kitchen island." She checked her delicate gold watch. "Oh dear, I'm running late. Rebecca, be good. Nicholas, help yourself to anything in the fridge. And thank you again!" She gave me a quick, perfunctory hug—a blast of expensive perfume and soft warmth-and hurried out the front door. A moment later, her SUV purred to life and pulled away. The house was silent. Then I heard Rebecca's voice from the living room. "So. Privacy." I walked in. She was sprawled on the large, plush sectional sofa, one arm behind her head, watching me. The sunlight streamed through the bay window, illuminating her like a centerfold. "You promised,

She tilted her head, studying me. "Do anything?" she repeated, her voice still maddeningly calm."Yes. Anything.""You were supposed to be moving boxes, Nicholas. Not my daughter.""I know. I'm sorry. It just…. happened.""Things like that don't 'just happen' on my living room sofa in the middle of the day," she said, a hint of steel finally entering her voice. She walked around the desk and leaned against it, facing me. The cream dress hugged every curve. I forced my eyes to stay on her face. "Rebecca is... spirited. Headstrong. I know this. But you are younger. You should at least know something.""I do. I do know better. It was a mistake." The lies tasted like ash. It hadn't been a mistake. It had been fucking glorious."A mistake," she echoed. She was silent for another long moment. Then she sighed, a sound of profound weariness. "Do you have any idea the position this puts me in? If my husband had walked in...""I'll leave. Right now. You can say I f

Claire’s POVIt started, as so many things do, on a rainy Tuesday that felt like any other.Except it wasn't. It was our four-year anniversary. Ethan, my fiancé of three years, had booked us a table at "La Luna," the impossibly trendy steakhouse downtown that required reservations two months in advance. I wore the emerald green dress he loved, the one that dipped just low enough to hint at cleavage and hugged every curve down to my knees.Ethan looked devastating in his charcoal suit. At thirty-four, he carried himself with a calm, grounded confidence that had drawn me to him from our first date. I was thirty, a mother of two from a previous marriage that had fizzled out into polite co-parenting. With Ethan, l'd found a passion I thought was lost—a deep, burning connection that went beyond the bedroom, though what happened there was certainly a highlight.We were seated at a secluded booth. Candlelight flickered in his hazel eyes."To us, Claire," he said, clinking his wine glass agai

Claire’s POVEthan looked down at me. His eyes were black with lust, but also with love."Claire? It's your body. Your choice. Do you want them to touch you?"My mind was a whirlwind. This is the point of no return. If I say yes, I am complicit. I am not just his gift; I am the willing participant. I looked at the faces of the men around me. They were good men. Husbands. Fathers. Friends. And they wanted me with a desperation that was intoxicating."Yes," I heard myself say. The word was clear, strong. "But... When I say stop, everything stops.""Of course," Ethan said immediately.The others nodded vehemently."Okay then," Ethan said, stepping back. "Gentlemen."For a moment, nothing happened.They were like boys offered a forbidden treat, afraid to take it. Then, Mark moved first. He stepped close, his big hands hovering over my breasts. "May I?"I nodded, my breath catching.His touch was whisper-soft. His palms were warm and slightly rough. He cupped my breasts reverently, his thu