All Chapters of Naked Scripts (Erotica Collection): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 2The next day, the prep room door clicked shut behind them with a finality that made Riley’s thighs clench so hard she felt it in her stomach. The lock turned, a soft metallic snick that echoed in the empty wing of the convention center like a starting gun. Tournament day two, and the entire floor was theirs for the next forty-five minutes of “practice.” No teammates. No judges. Just the two of them, the scent of fresh coffee and printer ink, and three years of rivalry that had finally boiled over into something neither of them could name.Riley backed up until her ass hit the long prep table, heart slamming against her ribs. “This is a terrible idea,” she said, voice already breathy. “We’re supposed to be running drills for the semifinals, not locking ourselves in a room like we’re about to—”“Like we’re about to what, Riley?” Xander cut in, stalking toward her with that slow, predatory stride that always made her want to slap him and climb him at the same time. “Finish the

THE PROFESSORCHAPTER 1BRIANNAThe door to Professor Hale’s office was already cracked open when I got there, like he’d been expecting me. Or maybe he just never bothered to close it all the way anymore. Either way, my heart slammed against my ribs the second I saw him behind that wide oak desk—same desk I used to fantasize about being bent over during every single one of his undergrad seminars three years ago.I didn’t knock. I just pushed the door wider and stepped inside, letting it swing almost shut behind me. The click of the latch felt louder than it should have.“Professor Hale,” I said, voice brighter than I felt. “Long time no see.”He looked up from the stack of syllabi he was pretending to read. For one heartbeat his face softened—genuine surprise, maybe even something warmer.“Brianna.” He stood. Slowly. Like he was reminding himself not to move too fast. “You’re early for office hours.”“I couldn’t wait.” I smiled, the kind of smile I used to flash him when I knew I’d ac

CHAPTER 3BRIANNAThe lecture hall still hummed with the ghost of a hundred pens scratching notes when the last student finally shuffled out. The heavy door clanged shut behind them, sealing us in. Tiered seats rose empty around us like silent witnesses. I stayed behind on purpose, pretending to pack my bag slowly, bending just enough that my red skirt rode up the backs of my thighs. The same red skirt I’d promised him.Dante stood at the podium, erasing the whiteboard with sharp, angry strokes. His shoulders were tight, jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jump from here. He hadn’t looked at me once during the entire lecture. But I’d felt his eyes every time I crossed my legs in the front row.The second the door clicked, he snapped.“Lock it.”His voice was low, dangerous. No please. No question.My hands shook as I turned the deadbolt. The sound echoed like a gunshot.When I faced him again, he was already stalking toward me, tie loosened, sleeves rolled, eyes black with eve

CHAPTER 5BRIANNAThe hotel room door clicked shut behind us, and the city lights filtered through the half-drawn curtains like they were watching. My wrists were already tied to the headboard with his silk tie, stretched above my head, and my ankles were spread wide, secured to the footboard with the hotel robe belts. I was naked, dripping, trembling. Dante stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but his dress pants, unbuttoned, that dangerous smile on his face."Please, Daddy," I whispered, arching my hips off the mattress. "I need you inside me. I've been good all day at the conference. I sat there in that boring panel pretending to take notes while I was soaked thinking about this."He chuckled low, crawling onto the bed between my spread thighs. His fingers traced lazy circles on my inner thigh, inches from where I ached most. "Oh, baby girl. You've been such a good little slut for me today. Smiling at the department chair like you weren't clenching your thighs under the table ev

CHAPTER 2SARAThe sun had barely risen on the second morning when I felt it start again, that slow, inevitable pull toward him, like gravity had decided I belonged somewhere else entirely. Breakfast was chaos, kids shrieking over pancakes, Aunt Lila passing platters of fruit while Uncle Marcus told the same fishing story for the third year in a row. Kieran sat beside me, arm draped over the back of my chair, laughing at something his cousin said, completely unaware that under the long white tablecloth, a different conversation was happening.Knox's bare foot found my ankle first. Just a nudge. Casual. Like it could have been an accident. But then it slid higher, slow and deliberate, the rough hair on his calf brushing the smooth skin behind my knee. I froze, fork halfway to my mouth, heat blooming low in my belly so fast I almost dropped the silverware. He didn't look at me. He was leaning back in his chair, talking to his dad about some boat repair, voice low and steady, while his t