Semua Bab Dripping Wet: A Collection of Forbidden Desires: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The penthouse gym was filled with the sound of rhythmic breathing and the soft clink of weights. Ava had turned the large room into her temporary sanctuary. It was 7:30 PM, and Lily had gone to bed early after a long day at kindergarten. Ava was determined to maintain her fitness routine even while living here.She was doing squats in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a tight black sports bra and matching high-waisted leggings that hugged every curve of her body. Sweat glistened on her skin, making her look even more alluring under the soft gym lights. Her chestnut hair was tied in a messy ponytail, a few strands sticking to her neck.She didn’t hear Ethan come in.He stopped at the doorway, frozen. Ava was bent over, ass pushed back in perfect squat form, thighs trembling slightly from the effort. The way the leggings clung to her round ass and toned legs made Ethan’s mouth go dry.He cleared his throat.Ava startled and straightened up quickly, turning around. “Mr. Reynolds —

The weekend arrived with perfect weather — bright sunshine, gentle breeze, and clear blue skies. Ethan had planned a family picnic at a secluded spot in the city’s largest park. Lily was beyond excited, jumping around the penthouse in her little yellow sundress, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.Ava helped pack the basket — homemade sandwiches, fresh fruits, juice boxes, blankets, and toys for Lily. She wore a light floral sundress that reached mid-thigh, the thin fabric clinging to her curves in the warm breeze. Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her as they loaded the car.The drive to the park was filled with Lily’s chatter. Ava sat in the back with her, playing games and singing songs. Ethan kept glancing at them in the rearview mirror, his chest tightening with a strange mix of warmth and desire.They found a beautiful shaded spot near the lake. Ethan spread out the large blanket while Ava and Lily arranged the food. The park was busy but not crowded, giving them enough privac

The weekend had barely begun, and the penthouse still carried the faint scent of their earlier passion. Ava was lounging in the living room, wearing one of Ethan’s oversized t-shirts and a pair of tiny shorts, reviewing her college notes on her laptop. A sudden knock at the door surprised her. She checked the security feed and smiled — it was Ryan, her college friend from the business program.She opened the door. Ryan stood there with a charming grin, holding a folder. “Hey, Ava! Sorry for dropping by unannounced. I was in the area and realized I missed some key notes from Professor Sharma’s lecture yesterday. Mind if I borrow yours real quick?”Ava laughed lightly and stepped aside. “Sure, come in. I was just going over them anyway. Want coffee?”They settled on the large sectional couch in the living room. Ryan sat close, their knees almost touching as Ava opened her laptop and started explaining the points. They laughed over shared jokes about the strict professor, completely i

The morning sun poured through the large windows of the lakeside cabin, painting the room in soft golden hues. Ava stirred first, her naked body still tangled with Ethan’s under the thick blanket. His arm was draped possessively around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. For a brief, perfect moment, everything felt right — until a small, curious voice shattered the peace.“Daddy? Ava? Why are you sleeping together… without any clothes on?”Lily stood at the bottom of the staircase, rubbing her sleepy eyes with one tiny fist while clutching her teddy bear in the other. Her head tilted innocently, confusion mixed with genuine curiosity on her face.Ethan and Ava froze. Ava’s heart leaped into her throat as she quickly pulled the blanket higher to cover herself. Ethan sat up slowly, keeping his voice calm and gentle. “Lily, sweetheart… can you go wait outside on the balcony for a minute? Close the door behind you. Ava and I will get dressed and come right out, okay? We’ll exp

Marcus Sterling stood like a shadowed king at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private office on the 52nd floor of Sterling Tower. The city sprawled beneath him — a glittering empire of steel, glass, and lights that he controlled with ruthless precision. At thirty-six, he was a force of nature: tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, angular features, jet-black hair, and cold steel-gray eyes that could freeze blood in veins. His tailored black suit hugged his powerful frame, exuding an aura of dominance that made even seasoned businessmen falter.Behind him, on the massive oak desk, lay the marriage contract — thick, impersonal, and meticulously drafted by his legal team.His grandfather, the only man Marcus had ever respected, was lying on his deathbed in a private wing of the city’s finest hospital. The old man’s final demand had been as infuriating as it was binding:“Marry a decent girl, Marcus. Not one of those hollow socialites you parade around. Someone who can thaw that ice ar