All Chapters of Naked Scripts (Erotica Collection): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER 4SARAAll of a sudden, a horn blasted across the water, cutting through the soft music and laughter like a warning shot. Everyone on our boat turned toward the sound. A massive yacht loomed out of the dark, lights blazing from every deck, white hull gleaming under the moon like it owned the entire ocean.Kieran jumped up first. "No way. That's the Horizon! Dad, is that—"His father was already grinning, waving both arms. "It's Ben! Old college buddy. He must've spotted us"The yacht slowed, pulling alongside with expert precision. Ropes flew across the gap. Laughter spilled from the bigger boat as a tall man in a linen shirt appeared at the rail, silver hair catching the light."Richard! You son of a gun, you didn't tell me you were out here!"Kieran's dad laughed so hard his belly shook. "Ben, you old pirate! Thought you were in Monaco this month!""Changed my mind. Come aboard, all of you! The bar's stocked, the chef's still awake, and I've got rooms if you want to stay th

CHAPTER 6SARAThe first thing I registered when consciousness crept back was the heavy warmth of Knox's arm draped across my waist, his breath steady and deep against the back of my neck. Moonlight had given way to the soft gray pre-dawn creeping through the yacht's curtains. My body felt deliciously wrecked, sore in places I hadn't known could ache so sweetly, sticky between my thighs with the evidence of everything we'd done. I lay there for a long minute just breathing him in, letting the reality of last night settle over me like a second skin.Six a.m. glowed red on the bedside clock.I had to go.Carefully, so carefully, I slid out from under his arm. He stirred once, murmuring something incoherent, fingers flexing like he was reaching for me even in sleep. My heart twisted. I wanted to crawl back in, bury my face in his chest, let the world disappear. But Kieran was waiting in the next suite over, probably still snoring softly, trusting me completely.I tiptoed to the en-suite

CHAPTER 2SHANNONThe next morning, I woke up early, body still humming from last night, the bite mark on Adam's shoulder probably still red under his shirt. I could feel every place his fingers had been, the ache between my legs a sweet reminder that I wasn't dreaming.Downstairs Dad was already at the stove flipping pancakes, humming some old Springsteen song. Adam sat at the kitchen island with a mug, scrolling his phone like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He didn't look up when I walked in."Morning, Dad," I said, voice bright and innocent.Dad grinned over his shoulder. "Morning, sunshine. Sleep okay?""Like a baby." I poured myself coffee, making sure to lean across the counter right in front of Adam. My sleep shirt rode up just enough to show the curve of my ass. No shorts. No nothing underneath.Adam's knuckles went white around the mug. Still didn't look at me.I sat across from him, legs crossed so the hem barely covered anything. "You okay, Adam? You look t

CHAPTER 4SHANNONThe apartment was dark except for the streetlight slicing through the blinds, painting stripes across the bed where we’d barely made it after the entryway. Sheets tangled around our ankles. Sweat cooling on our skin. Adam lay on his back, chest rising and falling hard, one arm thrown over his eyes like he was trying to block out reality. I straddled his hips again, still dripping from the last round, his cum slick between my thighs.I rocked slow, teasing, feeling him start to thicken inside me even though we’d just finished.“Shannon,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “I have to leave soon. I have a meeting at eight. I can’t be late.”I leaned down, lips brushing his jaw. “Then fuck me quick. One more time. Hard. Make it hurt so good I feel you tomorrow when you’re sitting across from your clients pretending you didn’t just spend the night balls-deep in your best friend’s daughter.”He groaned, hands flying to my hips, fingers digging in. “You’re gonna kill me.”“Good.” I

CHAPTER 2BLAKETwo days later, The door clicked shut behind Flora at exactly four o’clock. Same time. Same soft perfume drifting in before she even spoke. I’d spent the last seven days replaying the almost-kiss from our previous session until it felt like a bruise I couldn’t stop pressing.She wore navy today. A wrap dress that tied at the side, the fabric thin enough to hint at the lace beneath when she moved. She settled onto the couch instead of the chair. Crossed her legs. Smiled like she knew exactly what that small shift did to me.“Good afternoon, Dr. Blake.”“Good afternoon, Flora.” My voice stayed steady. Professional. Barely. “How has your week been?”She exhaled through her nose, a tiny laugh. “Long. Exhausting. Work was chaos. My boss keeps piling more on my plate like I’m the only one who can handle it.” She uncrossed her legs, recrossed them the other way. The dress parted just enough to show the smooth curve of her thigh. “I keep thinking about coming here. It’s the on