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I reached up, cupped the back of her neck, pulled her down to me.Kissed her.Not soft.Not careful.Hungry.She moaned into my mouth, hand tightening around me, stroking slowly.The conversation was definitely over.And whatever happened next…I wasn’t stopping it.I kissed her again, deeper this time, no hesitation.My mouth slanted over hers, tongue sliding in to taste her, and she opened for me like she’d been waiting for it just as long as I had. Her lips were soft, warm, a little swollen from the first kiss. She made this small sound in the back of her throat, half moan, half sigh and it went straight to my cock.I pulled her closer, one hand in her hair, the other sliding down her back, under the hem of that oversized T-shirt she’d stolen from my drawer.No bra.My palm met bare skin, smooth, warm and I kept going, up the curve of her spine, then arou

I stood there in the kitchen for a long moment after Elena bolted upstairs, heart still hammering, cock still half hard and aching from the interrupted moment. The knife lay harmless on the counter where I’d tossed it. The air smelled like garlic and whatever she’d been cooking, but all I could think about was the way she’d felt under my hands,soft, warm, trembling.Bernice walked in a second later, bags rustling, eyebrows raised at the scene, me standing there looking wrecked, Elena’s abandoned spatula on the stove.“What the hell did I miss?” she asked, grinning like she already knew.I forced a laugh, ran a hand through my hair. “Nothing.”Bernice didn’t buy it for a second, but she let it drop, dumping her bags on the island. “Sure. Whatever. I got the stuff she sent me.”I nodded, grabbed a glass of water to give my hands something to do. “Cool. Seen Elena?”“She ran upstairs just now like her ass was on fire,” Ber

Sarah left around six, slapping me on the back with a “good luck, Romeo” that made me roll my eyes. The house settled into that early evening quiet, Bernice was still out, doing whatever she did when she disappeared for hours.Elena got home just after seven.I heard the front door, the rustle of her bag, her shoes hitting the mat. I was in the living room pretending to scroll on my phone, but really listening.She walked into the kitchen. I followed a minute later, casual.She was at the sink, scrubbing her hands, still in her scrubs. Back to me. Hair loose now, falling down her back in waves.I leaned against the doorframe.“Hey.”She glanced over her shoulder. “Hey.”The air felt thick already.I walked in, opened the fridge like I was getting water. Stood close enough that when she turned, we were only a foot apart.“I’m sorry about this morning,” I said, low. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”She dried her hands on a towel, eyes on the counter.“It’s fine.”“It’s not,”

Next morning I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck in the best possible way. Every muscle ached, my back had scratches I could feel when I stretched, and my head was thick with the kind of deep, satisfied exhaustion that only comes from a night you don’t regret.The house was quiet. Too quiet.I rolled out of bed, threw on boxers and a T-shirt, and padded downstairs.Bernice was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in tiny sleep shorts and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Hair messy, coffee mug in hand, scrolling her phone.She looked up when I walked in and smirked.“Rough night?” she asked, eyes flicking over the marks on my neck I hadn’t even noticed yet.I poured myself coffee, but didn't answer right away.“Elena’s gone already?” I asked instead.“Left at six for a double shift,” Bernice said, sipping her coffee. “Said she’d be back late. Something about covering fo

I woke up the next morning with that same restless energy buzzing under my skin, the kind that makes you feel invincible and stupid at the same time. The house was stirring early, Dad’s voice booming from downstairs, Elena’s softer replies mixing with the clink of breakfast plates. I threw on shorts and headed down.Dad was at the table, newspaper in hand, coffee steaming. Elena was pouring more for him, looking fresh in jeans and a simple blouse that still hugged her curves in all the right places. Bernice was there too, perched on a stool, hair wet from a shower, wearing an oversized robe that gaped just enough at the front to show a hint of cleavage.“Morning, sleepyhead,” Bernice said, grinning over her mug. Her eyes flicked down my bare chest, lingering a second too long.Dad glanced up. “Alex, Elena and I are heading out in a bit. Meeting with the lawyers about some estate stuff. I should be back by dinner.”Elena nodded, setting a plate of eggs in front of me. “Bernice, you t