All Chapters of Secrets of the Heart: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 3: Screwed on the counter👅💦💦Ryan walked in through the side door when Jordan was upstairs.He didn’t even bother ringing the doorbell this time. And he knew that when Jordan was working from the upstairs office, the first floor stayed empty for at least an hour.I was in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when I heard the door close. I turned around. Ryan stood there in a gray T-shirt and jeans, his eyes already dark the way they got when he knew we didn’t have much time.“He’s upstairs?” he asked.“Yeah. Conference call. Said it could take a while.”Ryan didn’t say anything else. He just walked toward me. The second he reached me, his hands were on my waist and his mouth was on mine. The kiss was hard and familiar, full of the same hunger as usual. I kissed him back just as hard, my fingers already sliding under his shirt as he lifted me onto the kitchen counter in one smooth motion.My ass hit the cold marble. Ryan stepped between my thighs and shoved my dress up a

Dripping for the married man. 🫦💦Chapter 1: The new maid👅💦💦The house was bigger than I expected when I arrived.I stood in the entryway on my first morning with my bag still over my shoulder, taking in the high ceilings and the light coming through the tall windows. My new employer, Mrs. Harrow, had already gone over the basics with me the day before, about our cleaning schedule. Laundry preferences. Which rooms could wait and which ones needed daily attention. Then she had left for a week-long trip to visit her sister, leaving me alone in the house with her husband.Mr. Harrow worked from home most days.The first morning I barely saw him. I started my day in the kitchen, wiping down already-clean counters and organizing the fridge the way Mrs. Harrow had shown me. When I carried the trash out to the bins near the garage, I caught a glimpse of Mr Harrow through the open office door.By the second day, the house started to feel less like a maze.I learned the way things happe

Dripping for the married man. 🫦💦Chapter 3: Finger fucked on the couch 👉👈It was almost nine when I finished the last of the kitchen work.The house had gone quiet in that usual way it did at night. Adrian had been in his office since after dinner, the door half-closed, the low sound of his voice on a call floating down the hall for a while before silence took over.I wiped the counter one final time, hung the towel, and turned off the light. All I had left was to check the laundry in the utility room and then I could go to the staff room at the back of the house.I didn’t expect him to still be awake.When I stepped into the hallway, his office door opened. Adrian stood there in the same dark sweater from earlier, glasses pushed up into his hair, the tiredness around his eyes making his face look softer than usual. He stopped when he saw me.“You’re still working,” he said.“Just finishi

Dripping for the married man. 🫦💦Chapter 5: Secret routine Mrs. Harrow came home on Sunday evening with a suitcase full of gifts and a tired smile.I helped carry her bags upstairs while Adrian greeted her in the entryway with a hand on her lower back and a kiss on the cheek that looked practiced. From where I stood on the stairs, it looked normal. Like nothing in the house had changed while she was gone.I did my work the same way I always had. Adrian stayed in his office longer than usual. When we passed each other in the hallway, our eyes held for half a second too long before one of us looked away.It took three days before we broke again.She had a lunch meeting across town. Adrian was supposed to be on a call. I was in the upstairs hallway changing the pillowcases in the guest room when I heard his office door open. A moment later he was behind me, one hand wrapping around my waist, his mouth near my ear.“She’s gone for two hours,” he muttered.That was all it took.He pulle

Taking my father in law 🍆💦💦Chapter 2: Accidental touch 👅💦💦By the third day, it felt like Marcus had always been in the house, but it wasn't in an obvious way.Ethan left for work early most mornings. That left Marcus and me alone in the house for hours at a time.The first morning it happened, I came downstairs in leggings and an oversized sweater to find him already at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and the newspaper spread open. He looked up when I walked in.“Morning,” he said.“Morning.” I moved toward the coffee pot. “You’re up early.”“Habit. Didn’t mean to startle you.”“You didn’t.”I poured myself a cup and leaned against the counter across from him. For a few seconds the only sound was the quiet turning of a page. “Sleep alright?” I asked, mostly for something to say.“Better than a hotel.” He glanced up again. “You?”“Fine.”I took a sip of coffee just to have somewhere to look. When I glanced back, his eyes were on me for half a second before they retur