All Chapters of 100 Nights of Forbidden Fire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The Office After Dark THE office was unusually quiet that evening, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly as Emma flipped through the last of the files stacked on her desk. Being the youngest intern at Weston & Co. meant she got the grunt work, long hours, endless coffee runs, and staying late to organize documents nobody else wanted to touch. She didn’t mind; this was her shot at proving herself.As she got up to walk to the cabinet to retrieve a document, the one blue button holding her jacket together undid itself, exposing her red brassiere and she cussed, looking down at it, admiring her very big tits.“Ahh!” She moaned and used her left hand to do it back. She opened the cabinet, the stillness of the office still clinging to her. As soon as she was done retrieving the document, she went back to her seat, leaving the cabinet open.What she didn’t expect was to still feel him lingering in the air. Alexander Weston. The CEO. Her boss. And the reason her pulse quickened every time

The Man Next Door WHEN Lily moved into her mother’s old house for the summer, she expected quiet mornings, fresh air, and long hours spent studying for her entrance exams. What she didn’t expect was him— the man who lived next door.Mr. Grant.He was tall, calm, and striking in a way that made her stomach flutter before she could stop it. He had that kind of mature presence that filled a space before he even spoke, the type of man who carried himself like he had seen too much of life and learned how to move through it slowly, deliberately.Lily first saw him when she was carrying a box inside. He was fixing something by his porch, shirt stretched across broad shoulders, hair touched with silver at the temples. She hadn’t meant to stare, but when he lifted his head and caught her looking, her breath tangled in her throat.He didn’t smile like boys her age.He instead studied.“New here?” he asked, wiping his hands on a cloth.“Just for the summer,” she managed, suddenly aware of how y

Too Close To Home THE house was louder than usual, filled with laughter and the thumping bass of teenage music. Sofia stood in the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel, half amused and half exhausted. Her daughter, Kiara, had invited a few friends over for a study hangout, and while Sofia loved seeing the house full again, she hadn’t expected him to be there.Jayden. Kiara’s best friend.She had known him since he was a lanky boy with a shy smile and crooked glasses. Back then, he was harmless, polite, quiet, practically part of the family. But somewhere between the end of high school and the start of college… he had changed. Really changed.Six feet tall.Broad shoulders.Deep voice.And eyes that lingered too long.He was a man now, and the realization hit Sofia harder than she liked. Harder than she thought.She tried to ignore the way she felt his presence, even when he wasn’t looking. But tonight, when he walked past her to grab a drink from the fridge, his arm brushed hers, war

A Door Half Open, A Line Half Crossed DORIS didn’t mean to stare at him the way she did. She didn’t mean for her pulse to jump or her breath to heat when Thomas Humpkin opened the door and looked at her as if she were someone he shouldn’t want.But it happened anyway.The man had aged like danger, a quiet, disciplined danger. Broad shoulders, forearms dusted with dark hair, a jaw sculpted by years of clenched grief. His eyes… those calm storm-gray eyes dragged over her with a mixture of shock and something else he immediately tried to hide.“Doris,” he said, voice rougher than she remembered. “You look… different.”“You mean older,” she murmured, stepping in.His gaze sharpened. “Much older.”There it was— that flicker, that split-second flash he tried to bury under niceties and distance. She caught it, and he knew she caught it. The air grew tight.Her mother had always trusted Thomas with her, especially during the years she was gone more than home. Thomas had been the steady pres

The Man She Shouldn't Look At Twice IISHE laughed and reached out for his cock, her right hand roaming his groin.“Am I doing anything to you, Mr. Cole?” She asked in a whisper.“Just tell daddy you want this, and it is over,” he whispered.She quickly sat up.“Yes. Yes, I want this,” she cried.He smiled.“Say I want it, daddy,” he said.She said it.“Say fuck me, daddy.”She said it, lacing it with pleas this time.“Really? You want my cock in your pussy, don't you?” He asked.She nodded.“Suck me,” he ordered.Quickly, she yanked away the duvet draped over their legs, knelt on the bed and brought out his solid member from his shorts, her right hand wrapped over it as though it was a property she guarded jealously. The veined member was so fat and long.“Mm,” she exclaimed, brought her head down on the cap and sucked it slowly with a pop, as though she was licking a lollipop.“Oh fucking god!” He tried to hold back a moan.A few more sucks at the cap and she took her hand off it, i