All Chapters of All Yours (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 91 - Chapter 96

I always knew my father was in trouble.Not the screaming, dramatic kind—the quiet kind that eats away at a man until there’s nothing left.Marcus Reed—Daddy to me, Mr. Reed to everyone else—built Reed Construction from a single truck and a toolbox into one of the biggest luxury development firms in the state. Mansions. High-rises. Golf-course estates. The kind of projects that put his name on plaques and his face in local magazines.He had powerful friends.One of them was Cole Donovan.Daddy’s best friend since their frat days at State.Forty-five now. Six-three, still built like the linebacker he used to be—broad shoulders, thick arms, hands that looked like they could crush concrete. Dark hair with distinguished silver at the temples. Sharp jaw always shadowed with stubble. Eyes the color of winter steel—cold, calculating, impossible to read.He’d been around my whole life.Barbecues in the backyard where he flipped burgers shirtless.Thanksgiving dinners where he carved the turke

I never planned to fuck my brother’s wife.I never even let myself think about it—not seriously, not in the daylight, not when I could help it.But Tara was impossible to ignore.She was twenty-nine, with a body that looked like it had been sculpted for sin and indulgence: full, heavy D-cup breasts that strained against every top she wore, nipples always faintly visible when she got hot or excited, a tiny waist that flared into wide, womanly hips, and a thick, juicy ass that jiggled with every step she took. Long dark hair she usually kept in a messy bun or high ponytail, full red lips that curved into knowing smiles, and those sharp green eyes that always found me—even when I tried to look away.Ethan—my older brother—was a good man. ER doctor, night shifts, saving lives while his wife stayed home with their two-year-old daughter, Mia. On paper, they were the perfect family: beautiful house in the suburbs, nice cars, vacations, the whole dream.But Ethan was gone most nights.Twelve-

Ava Reed had never once considered cheating on her husband.Not in the four years since their wedding. Not during the quiet nights when Daniel fell asleep early, leaving her staring at the ceiling. Not even in the fleeting, guilty fantasies that sometimes slipped through her mind when she was alone.But Professor Elias Thorne changed that.He was forty-eight, tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that was always perfectly styled, a sharp jawline, and steel-gray eyes that seemed to cut through people like they were made of glass. He wore tailored suits that made every female student and half the faculty weak in the knees. He taught Advanced Literary Theory — the kind of graduate seminar you took if you wanted to be taken seriously in the department.Ava was twenty-four, married to Daniel for three years, a straight-A student, president of the literature society, the girl who always sat in the front row, raised her hand first, turned papers in early, and smiled politely a