All Chapters of Mummies and their Badboys: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

67 Chapters

Strict Mummy, Filthy Boy: 3

Unlocked Door, Unfinished Business💦🫦😜“Leave it unlocked,” Jax said.I stood in the dark kitchen the next night, hand on the back-door deadbolt. My pulse was a steady hammer in my throat. The message from the unknown number still sat on my phone like a threat that refused to fade.Same time tomorrow night. Leave the back door unlocked. I want a closer look at how strict Mummy really is. Or the photos go straight to Ms. Rivera’s email and the judge who placed me here.Jax leaned against the counter behind me, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “We do exactly what he asked. Then we see who walks through that door.”“And if it’s more than one person?”“Then I handle it.” His voice was flat. “You’re not doing this alone.”I turned the lock. The soft click felt too loud.We had spent the day preparing. Jax checked every window, every closet, every possible angle. He found nothing. Whoever had taken the photo from outside his bedroom window was careful. Professional, even. Th

Last Updated : 2026-08-01

The Therapist’s Dilemma: 1

Session After Hours💧💦🫦“You’re late, Kai.”I didn’t look up from my notes when the door to my private office clicked shut. The clock on the wall read 7:12 p.m. Our session had been scheduled for six-thirty. The building was nearly empty. Most of the other therapists on the floor had gone home hours ago. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of a cleaning cart somewhere down the hall broke the quiet.Kai dropped into the chair across from me as if he owned it. Twenty-two. Tall. Dark hair that always looked like someone had just run their fingers through it. A thin scar along his jaw he never explained. The kind of patient every professional boundary manual warned about in bold letters.“Traffic,” he said. That lazy smirk. “Or maybe I just like making you wait, Dr. Crowe.”I set the pen down and finally met his eyes. “This is the third time this month. If it happens again I’ll have to refer you out. The court won’t accept incomplete attendance.”“No you won’t

Last Updated : 2026-08-01

The Therapist’s Dilemma: 2

Security at the Door💧💦🫦“Dr. Crowe? It’s building security. We got a report of noises coming from this office. Everything alright in there?”Kai’s cock was still half-hard, shiny with me. Cum leaked onto the desk blotter and the scattered progress notes. My skirt was bunched around my waist. My blouse hung open. I could smell sex in the air—thick, unmistakable.Kai pressed a finger to my lips and mouthed, “Answer.”I cleared my throat, forcing my voice steady. “Everything’s fine. I was just… moving furniture. Dropped a box of files. Sorry if it was loud.”Silence on the other side. Then the security guard’s voice again, skeptical. “Sounded like more than files, ma’am. You sure you don’t need assistance?”Kai’s hand slid between my legs again, two fingers pushing through the mess he’d left, slow and deliberate. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping.“I’m sure,” I called out. “Just me in here. Finishing late notes. You can go.”Another pause. I heard the soft crackle of a

Last Updated : 2026-08-01

The Therapist’s Dilemma: 3

Unlocked Door, Recorded Session💦🫦😜“Leave it unlocked,” Kai said.I stood in my office Thursday at 6:55 p.m., hand on the doorknob. The building was quiet again. Most of the floor had emptied an hour ago. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant rattle of a cleaning cart somewhere on the lower level broke the silence. My pulse was a steady, ugly hammer in my throat.The messages from the unknown number were still on my phone, the screen lighting up every time I looked at it like an accusation.Thursday. 7 p.m. Same office. Leave the door unlocked this time. I want a front-row seat. Or every progress note you’ve ever written gets the full soundtrack.Kai leaned against my desk, arms crossed, watching me with that same dark focus he brought to every session. “We do what they asked. Then we see who walks through that door.”“And if it’s more than one person?”“Then I handle it.” His voice was flat, no room for argument. “You’re not doing this alone. Not tonight.”I tur

Last Updated : 2026-08-01

Poolside Temptation: 1

After-Hours Dive💧💦🫦“Get in the water.”Diego’s voice cut across the quiet patio. I stood at the edge of the pool in the dark, the villa lights low behind me, wine glass still in my hand. The air smelled of chlorine, warm stone, and the night-blooming jasmine that climbed the pergola. He was already in the deep end, water lapping at his chest, watching me like he had been waiting for this exact moment all week and had no intention of leaving without it.“It’s late,” I said. My voice sounded steadier than I felt. “You were supposed to finish the filters and go home.”“I finished an hour ago.” He swam closer until his feet could touch the bottom. Water ran down the hard lines of his shoulders, the ridges of his stomach, and the thin pale scar that cut across his left ribs. “You’ve been sitting up there in that robe since sunset. Either come in or admit you’re scared of what happens when you do.”I set the glass down on the stone coping carefully, as if the sound of it might wake the

Last Updated : 2026-08-02

Poolside Temptation: 2

Midnight Gate💦🫦😜“Leave the gate open.”Diego’s voice was low in the dark kitchen. I stood at the counter with a fresh glass of wine I hadn’t touched, the silk robe tied tight this time like it could protect me from what we were about to do. The clock on the oven read 11:41 p.m. Nineteen minutes until midnight. The villa was silent except for the soft tick of that clock and the distant sound of the pool filter cycling outside.“And if it’s more than one person?” I asked. My voice came out thinner than I wanted.“Then I handle it.” He leaned against the opposite counter, still in the same black trunks he’d worn in the water earlier, a dry T-shirt pulled on but not covering the scar on his ribs. “You’re not going out there alone. We do exactly what the message said. Gate open. Lights off. Same pool. And we see who walks through.”I set the glass down. My hands weren’t steady. Wine sloshed against the sides. “Someone filmed us in the water, Diego. They were close enough to hear me com

Last Updated : 2026-08-02

Poolside Temptation: 3

Countdown Under the Stars🫦💦😜“Code. Now.”Diego’s forearm stayed locked across Ellison’s throat. The phone in my wet hand showed 00:14… 00:13… The second message still glowed above the timer like a second threat that refused to die.Unknown: He’s not the only one with copies. Step away from him or the files drop from a second source in ten seconds. I still have a clear shot of the three of you right now.I stared at the dark treeline beyond the open gate. Nothing moved. No flashlight. No silhouette. Only the black shapes of the hedges and the faint shimmer of the pool reflecting the three of us, me naked and dripping, Diego pinning Ellison to the low stone wall, the red record light on the fallen camera still glowing between the wet flagstones like a single open eye.“00:10,” I said out loud. My voice shook even though I tried to hold it steady.Ellison choked out a short, strained laugh, breath whistling under Diego’s arm. “Tick tock, Mrs. Langford. You’re not going to risk it. St

Last Updated : 2026-08-04

Stepbrother’s Claim: 1

After Midnight Hallway🫦💦😜“Don’t make a sound.”Logan’s hand clamped over my mouth the second he slipped into my bedroom. The door clicked shut behind him with a soft, final sound. Moonlight cut a pale stripe across the carpet from the half-open blinds. Down the hall, our parents’ room stayed dark and quiet. They had been asleep for hours. The whole house felt like it was holding its breath.I stared up at him from the bed. Twenty-three. Tall. Dark hair still damp from a late shower, a few drops still sliding down the side of his neck. The black T-shirt clung to his chest and the hard lines of his shoulders. He had been living under this roof for eight months, my mother’s new husband’s son. Not blood. Family on paper only. That had never stopped the way he looked at me across the dinner table, or the way my body answered when he did.“Logan…”“Shh.” He climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of my hips, and kept his hand firm over my mouth. The mattress dipped under his weight.

Last Updated : 2026-08-05

Stepbrother’s Claim: 2

Tea and Thin Walls💦💧🫦“Sophia? Honey, is everything okay in there? I can make you some tea if you can’t sleep.”Logan’s finger stayed pressed to my lips. Cum leaked onto the sheet between my thighs in a warm, slow trail. My tank top was still shoved up under my chin, one nipple still damp from his mouth. The moonlight made everything too visible, the flush high on my cheeks, the wet shine on my skin, the way his cock was still half-hard and glistening with me. The air in the room felt thick, humid with what we had just done.I swallowed against his finger and forced my voice into something steady and sleepy. “I’m fine, Mom. Just… restless. Bad dream. You can go back to bed.”Silence on the other side of the door. I could picture her standing there in her robe, hand still raised, listening for any sound that didn’t belong. Then the soft shuffle of slippers on hardwood.“You sure? I can heat the kettle. It’s no trouble. You sounded like you were… moving around a lot.”Logan’s eyes st

Last Updated : 2026-08-05

Stepbrother’s Claim: 3

Open Blinds, Open Door💧💦😜“Leave it unlocked.”Logan stood in the doorway of my bedroom the next night, voice low enough that it barely carried past the threshold. The house was quiet again. Our parents had gone to bed an hour ago. The hallway night-light cast a thin yellow line under my door, the only break in the dark.I sat on the edge of the mattress in the same thin tank top, heart already racing so hard I could feel it in my throat. “Someone has a video, Logan. From the window. They have audio of us, clear audio. If we do this again and they send it…”“We do it anyway.” He stepped inside and shut the door without turning the lock. The click was soft, deliberate. “We give them the show they asked for. Keep them watching. Keep them close. Then we find out who the fuck is standing in the yard with a camera and why they think they can own us.”I looked at the half-open blinds. The dark rectangle of the side yard beyond the glass felt like an open mouth. Moonlight barely reached t

Last Updated : 2026-08-06

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