All Chapters of NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 1I should be thinking about the grocery list, the dry cleaning, the parent-teacher conference next week, but instead, my gaze keeps drifting toward the backyard, where Adrian is sprawled on one of the lounge chairs, his long legs crossed at the ankles, a book resting open on his chest.He’s not the gangly teenager I remember from a few years ago. Time…or maybe just the last six months, has filled him out, sharpened his jawline, deepened his voice. I exhale through my nose, shifting my weight against the counter. The screen door creaks open, and my son, Jake, bounds inside, his sneakers scuffing against the hardwood. “Mom, can I grab a soda before we head out?”I nod, reaching for the fridge handle. “You’re not staying for dinner?”“Nah, Adrian’s got his car now. We’re hitting up that new burger place by the mall.” Jake grabs a can, pops the tab with a hiss. “You good with that, right?”“Of course.” I smile, but my throat tightens. Jake doesn’t notice. He never does. He’s sev

Chapter 3"Please what?" His finger stills. "Use your words, Claire. Tell me exactly what you want."I whine, my hips rolling, trying to chase his touch, but he pulls back, leaving me empty. "I want you to…fuck!, I want you to touch me."His teeth graze my earlobe, a sharp sting that sends a jolt straight to my core. "Where?""My…my pussy." The word tastes filthy on my tongue, but it spurs him on. His finger presses harder, rubbing tight circles over my clit, and my knees nearly buckle. "Oh god!""Not god." His free hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze. "Me. You’re gonna come on my fingers like a good little slut, and then you’re gonna beg me for more. Aren’t you?"I nod frantically, my breath coming in short, sharp pants. His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing down on my clit while two others slide inside me, curling just right.The sound of a car engine cuts through the haze of pleasure.Adrian freezes.My eyes fly open, my body locking

Chapter 5The glass door slides shut, sealing us in, He’s right there. I can hear the creak of the floorboards just inches from the tile, the hesitation in his step. He knows something is off. He has to. The smell of sex is thick, a musk that steam can’t quite hide, clinging to my skin and Adrian’s fingers.But Adrian doesn’t care. He steps in behind me, the water already beating down, hot and stinging against my back. He kicks the door shut with his heel, a dull thud that makes my breath hitch in my throat. The space is tiny, a glass box barely big enough for one, let alone two grown people fighting for space. But that’s the point. The confinement makes it electric. There’s nowhere to run.His hands are on me instantly, no warning, no gentle lead-in. He grips my waist, his fingers digging into my ribs hard enough to bruise, pulling me back against him. His chest is a wall of heat against my spine, and I can feel his cock, thick and insistent, pressing into the crease of my ass thr

Chapter 7The water cuts off with a sharp hiss, leaving me shivering in the sudden, biting cold of the stall. Steam clings to my skin like a second layer, heavy and suffocating, but it does nothing to hide the mess between my legs. I can feel Adrian’s cum leaking out of me, a hot, sticky trail sliding down my inner thigh. My body is still humming, the aftershocks of that brutal orgasm twitching through my muscles, but the rush is fading fast, replaced by a heavy, leaden dread.Adrian is already moving, stepping out of the shower with that arrogant, loose-limbed grace he always has after he’s ruined me. He grabs a towel, roughing it over his hair, not even looking back.“You should get dressed,” he says, his voice low and mocking, cutting through the damp air. “He’s waiting.”The words hit me like a slap. He’s waiting. Mark. My husband. He’s just outside that thin veneer of frosted glass. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.I grab a towel, wrapping it

Chapter 1The salt air hits my face the moment we step onto the gangway, and I catch Cassian's hand tightening around mine, not from nerves, but from that familiar possessive warmth he's had since we started dating three years ago. His thumb traces the inside of my wrist as we hand our boarding passes to the uniformed attendant, and I feel the first flutter of something I can't name. Anticipation, maybe."This is ridiculous," I murmur, tilting my head toward the ship's soaring atrium. "Who needs this much marble?"Cassian laughs, the sound rumbling from his chest. "People with too much money and not enough sense." He squeezes my fingers. "Present company excluded, obviously. We got the deal."We did get the deal. A cancellation, last-minute, seventy percent off a suite that normally costs more than my monthly rent. I'd stared at the confirmation email for ten minutes, convinced it was a scam. Now, watching the crystal chandeliers catch the afternoon light, I'm less sure it wasn't so