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2026-05-31 17:50:24
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Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours UNSPOKEN GUILT
Lena’s POV I finally made it home after the last delivery, my legs aching from riding around all evening. The apartment was quiet when I stepped inside. Cleo was already fast asleep on the couch, one leg hanging off the side, his breathing soft and steady. I smiled softly and draped a blanket over him, tucking it gently around his small frame. He looked so peaceful. So innocent.I headed to the kitchen and quickly prepared something simple for myself — leftover rice and some fried plantain. I ate standing up, barely tasting the food, my mind still replaying the confusing encounter with Richard. The way his fingers had brushed my skin. The way he had looked at me. The things he had said.I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water felt good on my tired muscles. I stood under the stream for a long time, letting it wash away the day — the deliveries, the strange tension with Richard, the constant pull of Adrian’s world.
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours FORBIDDEN PULL
Lena’s POV I pushed the door open and stepped inside.My heart skipped when I saw who placed the order.Richard stood in the middle of the spacious living room, dressed in a casual but expensive black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked up from his phone with a slow, surprised smile that sent a confusing flutter through my chest.“Lena,” he said, voice smooth and warm. “What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect you to be the one delivering tonight.”I stood there frozen for a second, the delivery bag suddenly feeling heavy in my hands. The apartment was luxurious — modern furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, soft lighting that made everything feel intimate. I hadn’t realized this was one of the Vanguard family properties.“I… I didn’t know it was you,” I said, my voice a little unsteady. “Here’s your order, sir.”I walked over and handed him the bag, careful to keep some distance. But Richard stepped closer as he took it, his fingers brushing against min
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours BACK ON THE ROAD
Lena’s POVI looked at my reflection in the mirror, pulling on my old delivery jacket. It felt a little stiff, but it still smelled like the city—exhaust fumes and street food. I zipped it up, checked my hair in the ponytail, and smoothed my jeans. My hands were shaking just a little. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous energy in my chest. Everything had been so complicated lately—the secret messages from Adrian, the heavy feeling of his family’s expectations, and the memory of Richard’s eyes on me. I needed to move. I needed to feel like me again, not just a girl waiting for a call.I walked into where my little brother was. Cleo was sprawled on the couch, his eyes glued to the cartoons on TV.“Back to work?” he asked, not looking away from the screen.I walked over and ruffled his hair. “Just for a bit. I need to keep my head busy. Dinner is in the fridge. Don’t stay up too late, okay?”He gave me a thumbs-up. “Be safe, Lena.”I grabbed my helmet and the heavy insulated
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours LINES BLURRED
Lena’s POV The last few days had been very quiet. Adrian and I were texting all the time. I would wake up to sweet messages, he would check on me during the day, and he sent me voice notes at night that made me blush. But we hadn't seen each other since the big family dinner. He told me he was very busy with meetings and business trips. He even sent me money and gifts. I kept telling myself it was nice. I told myself he was just working hard.But deep down, I felt like something was wrong. He kept me close, but he also kept his distance. And I was letting him do it.I was on the couch helping my little brother, Cleo, with his homework when my phone buzzed. It was Adrian.Adrian: Miss you. I’ll make it up to you soon.I smiled and quickly sent a reply. Cleo looked at me and grinned, but he didn't say anything.A few hours later, someone knocked on the door.I opened it and saw Adrian. He looked very handsome in his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held a big gift bag and a bo
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours THE BLACKMAIL GAME
Professor Reeds POVI sat in the back seat and looked out the window. My body still buzzed from the night before. My muscles ached in a good way. Even though I took a shower before I left Clara’s house, I could still smell the sex on my skin.I closed my eyes. The memories hit me hard.I thought about Clara. She was so tight and wet. She was nervous at first, but Kendra knew exactly how to push her. I remembered fucking Clara from behind while Kendra kissed her. They were so young and beautiful. They submitted to me completely. They called me Daddy. They begged for more, their bodies shaking as I switched between them.We had to be quiet. Clara's mother was sleeping just down the hall.My cock grew hard in my pants just thinking about it. I could still taste them. I could still hear their soft moans.What the hell am I doing? I thought. I opened my eyes.I am a professor. They are my students. I fucked two of them in one of their bedrooms.The fear was sharp and real. The danger made
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours MORNING AFTERMATH
Clara’s POV I woke up with a jolt, my body heavy and warm, tangled in sheets that smelled like sweat, sex, and Reed.Bright sunlight poured through the gaps in my curtains, painting the room in soft gold. My eyes widened in horror as I registered how late it was. The house was too quiet, too still. My mom should have been moving around by now — making breakfast, humming in the kitchen, or calling my name.Oh God.Reed was still asleep beside me, his muscular arm draped heavily over my waist, his breathing deep and steady. His naked body pressed against mine, warm and solid. For a split second, I wanted to stay there, to curl back into him and forget everything. But panic won.I carefully lifted his arm, sliding out from under it inch by inch so I wouldn’t wake him. My heart hammered as I reached for my phone on the bedside table. It was vibrating — Kendra’s name flashing on the screen.I grabbed it and tiptoed quickly into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me before answer
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours Cravings
Lena’s POV 🌸I woke up sore, sticky, and aching in the best and worst ways possible.My thighs trembled as I shifted in Adrian’s enormous bed. My pussy felt swollen and tender, still leaking traces of him. Every tiny movement sent a dull throb through me — a constant reminder of how many times he
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours Taking Control
Lena’s POV 🌸Adrian ordered again. It felt like we haven’t seen each other for a while. My thumb hovered over the “Accept” button for almost a minute. I knew what would happen if I went there. My body knew too. I accepted it anyway.***When I reached his door, I knocked twice. No answer. I waited,
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours Fuuu**!
Kendra’s POV My heart pounded rapidly as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I didn’t allow myself to think. I just moved.The office was dimly lit, blinds partially closed, casting long shadows across the floor. A tall, broad-shouldered man stood near the window with his back to me. The se
Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours Dirty Choice
Kendra’s POV My heart was still hammering as I left the bathroom. Professor Kane’s words kept echoing in my head — low, filthy, and dangerously tempting. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers brushing under my skirt, the heat of his breath against my ear.I should have gone straight to Crimin
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