All Chapters of SIN SO SWEET : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Every time I tried to focus in editing photos, answering emails, even making coffee… my mind went back to Calder. The way his knot had locked us together in his bed, the stretch that lingered on too much until it tipped into blinding pleasure. The bruises on my hips shaped like his fingers. They were already fading, faster than normal bruises should, like my body was holding onto the marks just long enough to remind me before letting them go.I avoided the bar for three nights straight. Told myself it was smart, giving the moon heat time to cool, giving myself time to think. But every evening when the sky turned that bruised purple, my skin itched. My nipples tightened against whatever shirt I was wearing. Between my legs felt empty and restless, like something vital was missing.Friday night the town held its monthly bonfire on the public beach. Locals only… no tourists invited this time. I told myself I was going for the firelight photos. But truth be told, I was going because I kn

The bar was dead quiet on Tuesday afternoons. Only a handful of regulars who came for the cheap lunch specials and stayed for the free Wi-Fi. Calder had taken to closing the kitchen early on slow days, and sending the cook home by two. That left the place feeling empty, only for the hum of the fridge, the occasional clink of a glass being washed. I showed up at 2:45. Told myself I was just dropping off the flash drive with the new promo photos I shot for the bar’s socials. Really I was there because the itch had started again that morning, like my body remembered every inch of him and wanted more. My neck still carried his mark, impossible to hide without a scarf. Calder was wiping down the bar when I walked in. He looked up, his eyes flashing gold for half a second then back down like nothing happened. But his knuckles whitened around the rag. I slid the flash drive across the wood. “Photos are on there. High-res. Ready to post.” He didn’t touch it. Just stared at me. “I

The bar felt heavier that night. Not crowded, like the air itself had gained weight, pressing down on my shoulders every time I moved. Calder had been quiet since Theo left yesterday, too quiet. He still touched me when no one was looking: kept his hand on my lower back while I poured drinks, fingers brushing my neck where the fresh bite throbbed under my collar. But his eyes kept flicking to the door. Jaw tight. Like he could smell trouble coming before it walked in.I should’ve asked what was wrong, but I didn’t.Around eleven after the last set of regulars left. Calder flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED and locked the front door. Dimmed the lights to just the string bulbs along the bar. I started wiping down tables. Normal routine, comforting.. while he restocked the cooler. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable. It's just thick. I was waiting.Then the door rattled.Not a knock, a demand.Calder froze, his nostrils flared. A growl started low in his chest quiet, but I felt i

My heart was already racing when I knocked on his office door at 8:47 p.m. The rest of the agency had cleared out hours ago, the lights off in the open-plan space, only the emergency strips glowing along the floor. My palms were clammy around the printed copy deck I was supposedly bringing him for final sign-off.“Come in, Ava.”His voice came through the door, the same tone he used in meetings when he was about to tear someone’s work apart. But there was something else underneath it tonight. Something darker. Hungrier.I pushed the door open.Dominic. We called him Dom. He was leaning back in his leather chair behind the wide glass desk. Tie loosened. Top two buttons of his shirt undone. Sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms corded and strong. The city lights behind him turned the room into a black-and-gold aquarium, reflections sliding across his face every time a car passed far below.He didn’t look up right away. Just kept scrolling on his tablet, and a red pen held like he was

Lunch in the glass-walled conference room started normal enough, The whole creative team crammed around the long table eating sandwiches, salads, and iced coffees sweating on napkins. Dom sat at the head like always, looking all casual, his tablet was opened, pretending to review the mood board while everyone chatted about weekend plans.I sat three seats down on his right in a short black skirt, white blouse tucked in, red thong underneath like he’d ordered. No bra, as always, my nipples already stiff against the fabric from the second I walked in and caught him staring at me.He didn’t look at me during the lunch, not even once.But under the table, his foot nudged mine slowly, then moving higher. The toe of his polished shoe slid up my calf, under the hem of my skirt, and pressed between my thighs.I froze mid-bite of my turkey club, thighs parted automatically like that was its key, barely an inch but just enough.His shoe pressed firmer right against the damp lace. The seam of