Alle Kapitel von SWEET SPOT: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

EvelynJulian broke the kiss and looked down at me, his eyes dark and searching.“Come with me,” he said softly.Before I could answer, he slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, lifting me effortlessly from the sofa. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my cheek resting against his warm, bare chest. The towel around his waist brushed my side as he carried me down the short hallway into his bedroom.He laid me down on the bed with careful hands, then climbed over me, bracing his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush me. For a long moment he just looked at me, one hand gently stroking my hair away from my face.“You’re sure?” he asked again, voice low.I nodded, my heart beating hard. “I’m sure.”He kissed me slowly, deeply, and with intensity. His lips moved against mine like he was learning every soft sound I made. I sighed into his mouth, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the strong muscles shift under my palms.His mouth left mine and traveled down my jaw,

EvelynJulian stayed buried inside me for a long moment, his body draped over my back, both of us breathing hard. When my trembling finally began to ease, he carefully pulled out and gathered me into his arms, rolling us onto our sides. He tucked me against his chest, one strong arm wrapped tightly around my waist, the other gently stroking my hair.I buried my face in the warm skin of his neck, still shaky and completely spent. He pressed soft kisses to my temple, my forehead, the top of my head, murmuring quiet words I could barely make out.“I’ve got you… just breathe… you’re safe.”We stayed like that for a long time. His heartbeat slowly steadied under my cheek. His hand moved in slow, soothing circles over my back. The sharp sting on my ass had faded into a warm, pleasant heat. I felt protected in a way I hadn’t felt in years. No one had ever held me like this after.Eventually the quiet intimacy shifted. I felt him growing hard again against my thigh. He didn’t rush. He simply

EvelynI stood frozen under the running water, every muscle tight, waiting for the bathroom door to open.Instead, I heard Mark’s voice from the hallway.“I forgot some documents,” he called out. “I’ll be back later.”A few seconds later the front door opened and closed. The sound of his car starting up followed, then faded gradually as he drove away until the house was completely quiet again.I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned my forehead against the cool tiles. My legs felt weak with relief, the kind that comes after your body has been braced for something that never arrived. I stayed there for a moment, eyes closed, letting the last of the water run over my shoulders until my heartbeat found its way back to something normal.After turning off the shower and changing into dry clothes, my phone rang. Julian’s name lit up the screen.“Are you okay?” he asked the moment I answered. His voice was tight with worry, the kind that told me he had been sitting with his phone in his ha

JulianI still had the taste of her on my tongue when she pushed me back against the couch.Evelyn’s chest was rising and falling hard, her cheeks flushed, thighs still trembling from the orgasm I had just given her. For a moment she just stared at me, eyes dark and a little wild. Then she slid down onto her knees between my legs.My breath caught.She reached for my belt without a word, fingers steady as she undid the buckle and tugged my trousers open. I lifted my hips to help her. The second my cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking, she wrapped her fingers around the base and looked up at me through her lashes.“I’ve been thinking about this,” she said softly, voice still rough from moaning, “ever since you sent that video.”Before I could answer, she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue from the base all the way to the tip in one slow, deliberate lick. A low, involuntary groan left my throat. She did it again, slower this time, swirling her tongue around the head and

EvelynDays later.I paced back and forth across the living room, bare feet moving restlessly over the carpet. The house felt too quiet. Too empty. Mark still hadn’t come home since the night he texted that he wouldn’t be returning. At first I had been worried. I called him. I sent messages. I even tried his office line once. Every single attempt went unanswered.Then I saw the posts.Smiling photos of him at expensive restaurants. Pictures on a beach with a drink in his hand. Stories of him living carelessly, as if he didn’t have a wife waiting at home with divorce papers on the dining table. The worry inside me curdled into anger so sharp it made my hands shake.He was enjoying himself while I sat here drowning in uncertainty.I needed him to sign those papers. I needed this marriage to end. The folder still sat on the table where I had left it days ago, the edges starting to collect a thin layer of dust. Every time I looked at it, frustration burned hotter in my chest.I was mid-pa