All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

ROMANI waited until Sophie texted that the house was clear before I drove over the following Saturday.The near miss from the week before had settled into both of us as a permanent layer under the want. When she opened the door her eyes were darker than usual and her movements were quicker. She locked the deadbolt the second I was inside and turned to face me. No greeting. No pretense of a training session. I walked her straight upstairs to the marital bed.We undressed each other without wasting time. Sophie’s body was already warm and responsive under my hands. I laid her back against the pillows, spread her thighs, and pushed into her in one steady thrust. She was soaked and ready. The tight heat of her made my jaw clench. I fucked her with deep, controlled strokes, watching her face the entire time. Every soft broken sound she made fed the same hunger that had started the first day I put my hands on her in this house.“Harder,” she whispered.I gave it to her harder. The wet soun

ClaireDinner moved in courses I barely tasted.Nate sat close enough that his shoulder brushed mine whenever he reached for his glass. Under the table his knee stayed against mine, a steady point of contact that made it hard to focus on the conversations happening around us. The woman to my left asked about work. I gave her the short version and smiled when she laughed. Across the table a man from the old friend group kept glancing at me like he was waiting for a crack to appear. I didn’t give him one.The speeches started after the main course. The best man told a story that made the room laugh. The maid of honor cried halfway through hers. When the groom stood and took the microphone I felt Nate’s hand settle lightly on the back of my chair, his fingers resting just short of my shoulder. I kept my eyes on the candle in the center of the table and breathed through the sound of my ex’s voice thanking everyone for coming and talking about the future in the easy, certain way he always

ClaireWe didn’t sleep much.Sometime after midnight Nate reached for me again in the dark. I was already half awake, body still sensitive and warm from the earlier rounds. He kissed the back of my shoulder and then the side of my neck, slow and open-mouthed, while his hand slid down my stomach and between my legs. I was wet again without much effort. He made a low sound of approval against my skin and rubbed my clit in lazy circles until my hips started moving against his fingers.“Come here,” he murmured.I turned in his arms. Nate pulled me on top of him so I straddled his hips. His cock was hard again, thick and ready against the slick heat of me. I reached down and guided him into place, then sank down slowly until he was buried all the way inside. We both exhaled at the same time. The stretch felt different at this angle, deeper, fuller. I rested my hands on his chest and started to move.Nate watched me with dark eyes, hands settled on my hips to guide the rhythm. Every time I

ClaireThree weeks passed in a rhythm that felt both secret and strangely steady.We kept the office version of ourselves intact. Coffee in the kitchen. Polite nods in meetings. The occasional shared elevator where Nate stood close enough that his sleeve brushed mine and nothing more. After work it was different. Some nights I went to his place. Some nights he came to mine. We stopped using anything between us. Every time he came inside me he held himself there longer than necessary, one hand resting low on my stomach, like the intention itself had become part of the sex.I tracked the days without meaning to. The wedding weekend sat in my mind like a clear dividing line. Everything before it belonged to a more careful version of me. Everything after belonged to this.By the middle of the third week I noticed the small changes. My breasts felt fuller and more sensitive. Certain smells in the office break room turned my stomach in a way they never had before. I was three days late. I

HarveyI saw Kristy’s name on the travel itinerary and felt my jaw tighten before I finished reading the email.The company had paired us for the Chicago client meetings without asking either of us. Three days. Two nights. Shared strategy sessions, shared dinners, and a hotel on the company card. I had worked with Kristy Langley for eleven months. She was sharp, reliable, and the only person in the department who could match me in a room full of difficult clients. She was also the only person who made the air in a conference room feel harder to breathe when she sat across from me in those fitted blouses and kept her eyes on the numbers like nothing else was happening.I closed the email and leaned back in my chair. Through the glass wall of my office I could see her at her desk, phone to her ear, pen tapping against a legal pad. She hadn’t opened the itinerary yet. Or she had and was doing a better job of hiding the reaction than I was.An hour later she appeared in my doorway with he