Alle Kapitel von NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 139

Chapter 2She didn’t smile. Didn’t even really look at me. Just stood there, her fingers digging into the strap of her bag."Hey," I said."Hey." Her voice was barely above a whisper.I stepped back, gesturing her inside. "Come on. Kitchen’s back there."She hesitated for half a second before stepping over the threshold. The second the door clicked shut behind her, she stiffened, her shoulders hiking up like she was bracing for impact.I led the way, trying to ignore the way her eyes darted around, at the art my mom had hung in the hallway, at the stupid abstract sculpture on the console table, at the fucking everything. Like she was memorizing the layout in case she needed to make a run for it.The kitchen was bright, sunlight streaming in through the windows over the sink. I pulled out one of the barstools and dropped onto it, spinning it around so I was facing her. "You want something to drink? Water? Soda?"She shook her head, finally setting her bag down on the counter. "No. I’m

Chapter 3Emily’s fingers still hover over the textbook, frozen mid-turn of the page, her chest rising in shallow, uneven bursts. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, just for a second and it sends a jolt straight to my cock. She’s not pulling away. Not yet.I don’t move. Not at first. I Just let the silence stretch, let her feel the weight of my gaze tracing the flush creeping up her neck, the way her pulse jumps under the delicate skin of her wrist. My phone buzzes again on the coffee table, some asshole from the team probably wondering where the hell I am, but I don’t even glance at it. The only thing that matters is the way Emily’s thighs press together when I shift just an inch closer on the couch, the heat of her radiating through the thin fabric of her jeans.“You’re tense,” I murmured, my voice rougher than I intended. My knuckles brush the back of her hand where it rests on the couch cushion, and she jerks. But she doesn’t pull away. So I do it again, slower this tim

Chapter 4The last wave of my orgasm still hums through my veins, my body trembling like a live wire as I slump against Chris’s chest. His heartbeat thumps steady beneath my ear, his fingers still slick from me, hovering near my lips as he sucks them clean with a low, satisfied groan. The taste of me lingers in the air between us like salt and something sweeter and my thighs clench at the sound of his tongue working over his skin. Fuck. He’s still hard beneath me, his cock a thick ridge pressing against my ass through his jeans, and the realization that I did this to him, that I reduced him to this throbbing, needy state, sends a fresh jolt of heat straight to my core.My fingers dig into his shoulders, nails biting through the fabric of his shirt. I should be boneless. I should be a puddle of post-orgasm bliss, but instead, something darker, hungrier coils in my gut. The way he just took what he wanted, his hands, his mouth, his filthy words, it lit a fire under my skin. And now

Chapter 1I don’t look up from the tactical display, flickering blue lines tracing supply routes across the western sector, but my fingers tighten around the stylus. Not because the data is wrong. Because she just walked in.Seraphyne Draeven enters the room and she immediately occupies it. The door seals shut behind her and suddenly the air feels thicker, charged.Her boots are black, polished to a mirror sheen, They click against the metal grating. There’s no rush or hesitation.I exhale through my nose, slow and controlled, and force my shoulders to relax. The stylus hovers over the display, tracing a path that doesn’t need tracing. My pulse thuds in my throat.“Lieutenant Vire.”Her voice is the kind that doesn’t need to be loud to be heard. It’s smooth, dark, like aged whiskey poured over ice, cool enough to burn. I turn, because I have to, because she’s my superior, and because Gods help me, I’ve been waiting for this all damn day.“Commander.” My voice comes out steady. Good.