All Chapters of RAW ECSTASY: A STEAMY COLLECTION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Best Friend’s Fiancé

The boat drifted gently under the stars as soft music played from the speakers. Lucas was charming, easy to talk to, and genuinely interested in me. He told funny stories about his travels and asked thoughtful questions about my life. Any other time, I might have enjoyed his company. Tonight, my mind was somewhere else entirely.When the boat slowed near a quiet cove, Lucas turned to me with a warm smile. The moment felt right for what I needed to test. I leaned in and kissed him.His lips were soft and gentle. The kiss was nice, sweet even. But that was all. There was no fire. No desperate hunger. No electric pull that made my knees weak and my heart race. I felt nothing like the overwhelming storm I felt every time Jace touched me.I pulled away after a few seconds, offering Lucas a small smile. He looked pleased, but I felt only guilt twisting in my stomach. I had used him. And worse, I had done it to provoke the man I could not have.When we returned to the villa, Jace was waiting

The Professor’s Pet

The oak door to Professor Julian Hale’s office clicked shut behind me with a finality that made my pulse quicken. Late afternoon light filtered through the tall windows of his corner office, casting long golden beams across the antique mahogany desk and the rows of leather-bound books. The room smelled of aged paper, coffee, and something unmistakably masculine.Professor Hale sat behind his desk, reviewing my latest thesis draft. At thirty-four, he was the youngest tenured professor in the literature department. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and dark, neatly styled hair that always looked like he had just run his fingers through it after a deep thought. His tailored shirts and quiet confidence made him dangerously attractive. Students whispered about him constantly. I did more than whisper.I had been pushing his buttons for weeks.“Miss Parker,” he said without looking up, his voice low and cultured, “you are fifteen minutes late. Again.”I dropped into the chair acr

The Professor’s Pet

The lecture hall buzzed with the usual pre-class energy as I slipped into my seat in the third row. It was nine o’clock sharp. I had not dared to be late.The plug felt heavier this morning, nestled deep inside me, a constant, secret presence that shifted with every step I took across campus. I had barely slept, my body restless and aching from the unfamiliar fullness. Every time I moved, it pressed against sensitive places that made my breath hitch.Professor Hale entered the room exactly on time, looking impeccably composed in a charcoal vest over a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes scanned the room and found mine immediately. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips before he turned to the board.“Today we will discuss power exchange in nineteenth-century literature,” he began, his voice smooth and authoritative. “Particularly how submission can function as both surrender and rebellion.”My cheeks burned. He was speaking directly to me.For the first thirty

The Professor’s Pet

The lecture hall felt smaller than usual, the air thick with anticipation. I arrived early and chose my usual seat in the third row, my legs already trembling. The plug had been active intermittently all morning, a low, teasing hum that kept me on edge without ever letting me fall over it.Professor Hale entered precisely at nine. His eyes found mine immediately, holding my gaze for one long, charged second before he began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature.Ten minutes in, the vibrations increased.I gripped the edge of my desk, biting down hard on my lower lip. The plug pulsed in deep, rhythmic waves, pressing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me. Pleasure rolled through my body in heavy waves. My thighs clenched together as I fought to keep my breathing steady.“Miss Parker,” he called suddenly, his voice perfectly calm. “Can you elaborate on how repression often intensifies desire?”I stood on shaky legs, my voice breathy. “Repression… creates a pressure tha

The Professor’s Pet

I chose the front row deliberately.The lecture hall was already filling up when I arrived early and took the center seat directly in front of Professor Hale’s podium. My short pleated dress was innocent enough from a distance, but I had chosen it with one purpose in mind. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and I wore nothing underneath.When Professor Hale entered the room, his eyes found me instantly. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by something darker. He knew exactly what I was doing.I sat with perfect posture at first, legs crossed demurely. For the first twenty minutes of his lecture on erotic subtext in Victorian poetry, I behaved. Then, slowly, I uncrossed my legs and let my knees part just enough for him to see.Only him.From his position at the front of the room, the angle was perfect. No one else could see what I was offering. I kept my expression neutral, pretending to take notes, while my thighs opened wider. The cool air kissed my bare, already

The Professor’s Pet

I arrived at Professor Hale’s office at exactly seven o’clock. My heart hammered against my ribs as I knocked softly on the door. The hallway was quiet, most of the faculty and students already gone for the day.“Come in.”I stepped inside. Professor Julian Hale stood by his desk, the golden evening light pouring through the tall windows behind him. He had removed his jacket and vest, standing in just his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The moment the door clicked shut and I locked it, the air between us ignited.He crossed the room in three strides and pulled me into his arms. There was no hesitation this time. His mouth claimed mine in a deep, hungry kiss that made my knees weak. I moaned softly into his mouth as his hands roamed down my body, gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him.“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathed against my lips, voice rough with need. “Sitting in my lecture like that, teasing me for an hour. I could barely think.”“I wanted yo

The Beach House

The salt-kissed wind whipped through Lila’s hair as she stood on the wooden deck of the beach house, the sound of crashing waves filling her soul like a long-awaited symphony. After months of soul-crushing deadlines, toxic meetings, and a breakup that still stung like salt in a fresh wound, this was supposed to be her escape. Seven days of solitude, bare feet in the sand, and silence broken only by the ocean’s eternal roar.She pushed open the unlocked sliding glass door, a satisfied smile curving her lips. The interior was even more breathtaking than the photos of the open-concept living space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the turquoise water, soft white linens, and the faint scent of coconut and sea breeze. Paradise.Lila dropped her suitcase near the kitchen island and let out a deep, grateful sigh. “Finally,” she whispered, already imagining long walks on the beach, books devoured on the balcony, and maybe just maybe remembering what it felt like to breathe again.She

The Beach House

The golden hour had painted the sky in strokes of molten amber and rose by the time Lila stepped onto the back deck. The ocean stretched endlessly before her, a restless, whispering giant under the fading light. She clutched a glass of chilled white wine, hoping the crisp, citrusy notes would calm the strange electricity humming beneath her skin.But peace was proving elusive.Kai had emerged from the guest room twenty minutes ago wearing nothing but black board shorts that hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V-lines of his abdomen and the kind of sculpted body that belonged on magazine covers, or in sinful dreams. He moved around the open kitchen with casual grace, slicing fresh mango and pineapple, the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting with every movement.“Want some?” he called, holding up a piece of mango speared on a knife.Lila hesitated, then walked over. The moment she got close, she caught his scent again: warm skin, sea salt, and something darkly masculine. Da

The Beach House

The kiss ignited something wild between them. Lila felt it in every cell of her body as Kai pulled her closer in the waist deep water. His mouth claimed hers with a hunger that made her knees weak and her heart thunder wildly. The cool waves lapped against their bare skin while the moon watched like a silent witness to their surrender.Kai broke the kiss only to rest his forehead against hers. His breathing was ragged. His hands trembled slightly as they gripped her waist.“Are you sure?” he whispered. His voice was rough with need yet soft with care. “Tell me now and we'll stop.”Lila looked into his ocean blue eyes. In that moment she felt more alive than she had in years. “I don't want to stop,” she breathed. “I want you. All of you.”That was all Kai needed.He lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her out of the water. Wet sand clung to their bodies as he laid her down gently near the shoreline where the waves could still reach them. The cool w

My Hot Stepmom

The moment I pulled into the driveway of my childhood home, something felt different. The house looked the same. The same white colonial with the wraparound porch. The same oak tree in the front yard where I used to climb as a kid. But the air itself carried a new energy. A dangerous kind of warmth that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I had been gone for four years. College in New York has changed me. It made me harder. Sharper. Hungrier. I was no longer the scrawny eighteen year old who left this place when my mum passed away. I was twenty two. Six foot three. Broad shouldered from years in the gym. And carrying four years of unspoken fantasies I had never dared to voice.I grabbed my duffel bag from the trunk and walked up the steps. The front door swung open before I could knock.And there she was.Isabella.My father’s new wife.The woman I had only seen in pictures until this very moment.Holy fuck.She was stunning in a way that felt almost illegal. Long, silky d

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