Semua Bab Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 2:(Sophia’s POV) I arrived at Sanctuary Books at 9 PM, after closing. The lights were dimmed, the door unlocked.Inside, the owner stood behind the register. Recognition hit us both at once.“You,” I breathed.“You’ve been here.” His eyes widened. “You’re the one who buys Mary Oliver. Who sits in the corner with coffee and writes in that little notebook.”“You’re the Keeper of Secrets.”We stared, weeks of anonymous confessions suddenly embodied.“Theo,” he said. “Theo Parker.”“Sophia. Sophia Reyes.”“Sophia.” He spoke my name like a secret he’d guarded too long. “I’ve seen you a dozen times. Never knew…”“That I was leaving letters in your wall. That I was the voice on the phone last night.” I couldn’t look away. “You’re younger than I pictured.”“I’m forty-two.”“I’m twenty-four.”“I know. You wrote it once.” He stepped closer. “Should I apologize? For how I responded last night? For wanting more?”“Do you want to apologize?”“No.” Another step. “But I should. You have a b

Chapter 1:(Elara’s POV) The sprawling suburban home felt hollow, echoing with the absence of a woman who had once filled its rooms. Mr. Davies…Ben, though I never called him that, was a man whose kindness was etched with profound weariness. He’d hired me, Elara Winston, a twenty-three-year-old graduate student, to help with his children during my summer break before my final year of study.I had my own apartment across town, a small studio I could afford with my teaching assistantship and savings. This job was extra income, a way to improve my English and understand American family life. I could leave anytime, but I chose to stay.His children, Lily (7) and Tom (5), were sweet, their eyes holding silent questions about their absent mother. My days were predictable — school drop-offs, meal preparations, bedtime stories. I was the capable, quiet helper, observing everything with the keen curiosity of an outsider.I noticed how Ben’s shoulders slumped when he thought no one was watching

Chapter 3:(Elara’s POV) Sunday afternoon, tangled in sheets, Ben traced patterns on my shoulder.“I have a confession,” he said.“Oh?”“That summer. When you wore her clothes. It wasn’t really about her.”I turned to face him. “No?”“I think… I was already attracted to you. The clothes just gave me permission to notice. To want.” He kissed my forehead. “But it was always you, Elara. Not a ghost. You.”“Good.” I straddled him, feeling him harden beneath me already. “Because I have a confession too.”“What’s that?”“I kept one of the silk slips. The cream-colored one.”His eyes darkened. “Did you?”“It’s in my overnight bag. Thought you might like to see it. Properly this time.”“Show me.”I retrieved it, slipped it on over my naked body. The silk whispered over my skin, a familiar sensation but entirely different context now, thin straps, lace-trimmed hem barely covering my ass, nipples visible through the fabric.Ben watched from the bed, eyes hungry. “Come here.”I crawled over him,

Chapter 1: (Ethan’s POV)The lawyer’s email was blunt: Your late stepfather’s cabin in Northern Ontario. Joint inheritance. Both signatures required to sell or transfer. Contact Mara Castellano.I hadn’t seen or spoken to Mara in fifteen years. My stepsister for three turbulent years until our parents’ marriage detonated when I was seventeen and she was fifteen. Now we co-owned a remote cabin neither of us had ever visited, 2,400 kilometers north.I called.“Castellano.” Her voice had deepened, turned polished.“Mara. Ethan Rivers.”A beat of silence. “The lawyer said you’d call.”The terms were brutal and simple: both of us had to appear in person to sign the transfer documents within two weeks, or the property defaulted to the province. No exceptions.“We drive up together, sign, sell, split the cash, disappear from each other’s lives again,” I said. “Three days, tops.”After a long pause: “Fine.”Saturday I pulled up outside her Montreal brownstone. Mara stepped out in jeans, leath

Chapter 3: (Ethan’s POV)We stayed at the cabin four extra days. Missed the signing appointment twice. The lawyer finally sighed over the phone and agreed to mail the papers."We should probably tell people," Mara said one morning, standing at the stove in nothing but my oversized shirt, the hem skimming the tops of her thighs, coffee dripping into the pot. Sunlight caught the faint bite marks I'd left on her neck the night before."What exactly do we tell them?""That we're... together? Dating? I don't know what label fits.""How about: we were step-siblings for three years fifteen years ago, our parents lied about everything, we hadn't seen each other since, we inherited a cabin, fucked like animals for a week, and now we're stupidly in love?"She laughed, the sound bright and unguarded. "That'll go over well.""Or we just say we reconnected and leave out the step-sibling part until it comes up organically.""So we lie?""We omit. There's a difference." I crossed the kitchen in two