All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Loe’s POVI pushed through the heavy glass doors of the office building, my chest heaving from the mad dash across the parking lot.The elevator was out of order again, so I had taken the stairs two at a time, my high heels echoing in the stairwell like gunshots.By the time I reached the top floor, sweat trickled down my back, soaking into the fabric of my blouse, and my hair stuck to my neck in damp strands.I glanced at my watch, cursing under my breath.Ten minutes late.Mr. Carter despised people who couldn’t show up on time, and I knew he would make me pay for it somehow.I straightened my skirt, took a deep breath to steady myself, and knocked on his office door before pushing it open.“I’m really sorry for being late, Mr. Carter,” I said, stepping inside and closing the door behind me with a soft click.My voice came out a little breathless, and I could feel my heart still racing from the climb.The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every sound feel amplified.His de

Chapter 1I stood there in the dark of my living room, my face pushed right up against the thin curtain, peering through the tiny gap in the blinds. The house next door, Watson’s place, had all the lights blazing, and every few minutes, loud bursts of laughter cut through the quiet night.I knew I should have been asleep by now, curled up in bed with the fan blowing cool air over me, but something about the noise pulled me over here. My nightgown clung to my skin from the sticky humidity, and I could feel beads of sweat trickling down my back as I strained to see what was going on in there.They had a poker table set up smack in the middle of his living room, with Watson and four other guys sitting around it, looking all casual with beers clutched in their hands and scattered chips on the green felt. Watson was dealing the cards, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing those thick, veined forearms that I had caught myself staring at more than once when he was out mowing

Chapter 1 Sophia POV I sat there in that crappy wooden chair at the back of the empty classroom, feeling the hard seat dig into my ass while I slouched down low. The place was dead quiet except for the ticking of the clock on the wall, and I could feel my short plaid skirt riding up higher on my thighs, letting the cool air brush against my bare skin underneath.School had ended over an hour ago, and everyone else had bolted out of here, leaving me stuck in this bullshit detention with Mr. Henry, who always strutted around like he ran the whole damn world. I crossed my arms tight over my chest, which made my tight white blouse pull even harder against my full breasts, the buttons straining just a bit.“Mr. Henry, come on, do I really have to sit here the entire time? This detention is complete crap. I didn’t even cause any trouble today, not really.” He was up at his desk, sorting through a stack of papers, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his button-down shirt. The g

Chapter 1Avery’s POVThe screen door creaked when I pushed it open and stepped out onto the deck. Cool evening air hit my bare arms and legs right away, raising goosebumps after the long hot day on the lake. I tugged the loose tank top down over my damp bikini lines, the thin cotton already clinging where my skin was still slick from swimming. Flip-flops smacked against the wood planks as I headed down the steps toward the firepit, following the low crackle and the smell of pine smoke mixed with charred burgers from earlier.I expected the usual scene—Mark crouched by the pit arranging logs, Jake sprawled on a log nursing a beer, Tyler messing with his phone or throwing sticks into the flames. Instead the three of them went quiet the second they heard my steps. Mark straightened up fast, too fast, brushing dirt off his hands like he needed something to do with them. Jake yanked a blanket across his lap so quickly the fabric snapped. Tyler’s hand froze halfway inside the front p

Chapter 1 Watt POV I walked through the front door of the apartment I shared with Mercy, feeling relieved that I got home from work earlier than usual because the traffic wasn’t as bad as it normally is. I kicked off my shoes by the door and threw my keys on the small table there, taking a deep breath and noticing right away that the air smelled like her vanilla candle, but mixed with something else, something thick and musky like sweat and sex that hit me before I even turned the corner. My heart started pounding a little harder as I heard these steady thumping sounds coming from the living room, along with low moans and the clear slap of skin against skin that made me stop dead in my tracks. What is going on in there? It sounds exactly like people fucking, but that can’t be right, not in the middle of the day like this. My stomach twisted up with this weird mix of curiosity that pulled me forward and a dread that made me want to back away, but I couldn’t help myself, s