Chapter 15

They stayed at the lake house for nine days. Nine days of quiet water and slow mornings. Nine days of cooking simple meals, of reading in shared silence, of making love without the sharp edge of secrecy or scandal pressing against the windows. The city’s noise felt distant here. The photographs, the headlines, the whispered judgments—all of it softened into something they could finally breathe around. On the morning of the tenth day, Damien stood at the glass wall overlooking the lake and read Victor’s message again. **I’m ready. My office. Tomorrow, 10 a.m. Come alone.** Elara slipped her arms around him from behind, cheek pressed to his bare back. “You’re going.” “I am.” “And then you’re coming back to me.” Damien turned in her arms, cupped her face, and kissed her with the steady certainty that had settled into him over the past week. “Every time,” he said. “For the rest of my life.” --- Victor’s office looked the same as it had the day the photographs first l

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BOOK FIVE: SIN IN MY BED

The hotel room door had barely clicked shut before Alex had Jordan pinned against it, his large hand wrapped around their throat just tight enough to make Jordan’s pulse thunder under his fingers. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” Alex growled, voice low and rough. His wedding ring glinted coldly in the low light as he shoved Jordan’s thighs apart with his knee. “My wife is at home right now, probably wondering why I’m ‘working late’ again… and all I can think about is burying my cock inside you.” Jordan’s breath hitched, a wicked smile curling their lips even as heat flooded their body. “Then stop talking and do it. Or are you scared she’ll smell me on you when you get home?” Alex’s answer was immediate and punishing. He crushed his mouth to Jordan’s in a messy, desperate kiss — all teeth and tongue, claiming. His free hand yanked their shirt open, buttons scattering across the carpet. Rough fingers found a nipple, pinching and rolling it until Jordan moaned into

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Chapter 2

Alex tossed Jordan onto the king-sized bed like they weighed nothing. The mattress dipped under their weight as he crawled over them, eyes dark with fresh hunger. His cock was already half-hard again, still slick from Jordan’s mouth and their combined release. “You’re going to ruin my fucking life,” he muttered, but there was no real regret in his voice — only raw need. He spread Jordan’s legs wide, hooking one over his shoulder, and dragged the thick head of his cock through the mess leaking from their pussy. Jordan smirked up at him, still breathless. “Good. Then ruin mine right back.” He pushed back inside in one long, smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The wet, filthy sound of his cum being pushed deeper made them both groan. This time Alex didn’t fuck them like he was in a hurry. He rolled his hips slow and deep, grinding against Jordan’s clit with every stroke, savoring the way their walls fluttered around him. “Fuck… you feel even better filled with my load,”

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Chapter 3

Alex stared at Sarah’s text for another long second, Jordan’s naked body still pressed against his back, warm hand teasing his cock through his slacks. The scent of sex and Jordan’s skin was thick in the air. Every part of him wanted to stay — to push Jordan back onto the bed and fuck them until neither of them could walk. But the guilt finally won. “I have to go,” he said, voice low and strained. He gently pulled Jordan’s hand away and stood up, already missing the heat of their body. Jordan stretched lazily on the bed like a satisfied cat, legs slightly parted so Alex could see the mess he’d left between their thighs. “Go on then, husband. Kiss her goodnight for me.” Alex shot them a dark look, but the corner of his mouth twitched. He finished dressing in silence, smoothing his shirt and running fingers through his hair in a vain attempt to look less like he’d just spent hours buried inside someone else. Before he left, he leaned down and kissed Jordan hard — one last hung

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Chapter 4

The morning light filtered through the kitchen blinds, casting soft stripes across the marble island where Sarah was flipping pancakes. The smell of coffee and bacon filled the air — warm, domestic, everything Alex used to find comforting. Today it felt like a cage. He sat at the table in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, trying to look relaxed while his body still ached in the best and worst ways. Every shift in his chair reminded him of the scratches down his back and the delicious soreness in his muscles from how hard he’d fucked Jordan against that hotel door, over the desk, and then for two more rounds in that bed. Sarah slid a plate in front of him — perfectly golden pancakes, fresh fruit, and syrup. She leaned down to kiss his cheek, her robe slipping open just enough to show the curve of her breast. Six months ago that sight would have stirred him instantly. This morning his cock barely twitched. It was still half-hard from the filthy photo Jordan had sent at 2:30 a.m. “

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All Chapters of MY PROFESSOR'S FILTHY GIRL : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Chapter 15

BOOK FIVE: SIN IN MY BED

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4