All Chapters of Dangerous Allure: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Emily I shut the door behind me as quietly as I could, leaning my back against it. My chest heaved. I pressed a hand over my heart, feeling it hammer wildly under my palm. Fuck! The word slipped out in a shaky whisper. My legs were still trembling from the orgasm I’d had while watching Zane stroke himself. My pussy was soaked, throbbing, and nowhere near satisfied. The image of him standing there naked, water dripping down his hard cock, his perfect bum staring at me... it wouldn’t leave my head.I was so fucking horny it hurt.Guilt tried to creep in, Jack was sleeping right there in our bed, but the ache between my thighs was unbearable. I needed release. Real release. Jack lay on his back, one arm thrown over his head, breathing evenly. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, my hand and touched his shoulder with shaky hands. “Jack,” I whispered, then louder, “Jack… wake up.”He stirred, blinking groggily. “Em? What’s wrong, babe?”He rubbed his eyes and looked at me with

EmilyI woke up the next morning with a heavy fog in my head. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, and Jack was already gone from the bed, probably downstairs with the family. My body felt tired, but my mind was restless. The guilt from last night sat in my stomach. I got dressed in a light tank top and shorts, brushed my hair, and headed downstairs. The house smelled like fresh pancakes and coffee. Everyone was scattered around the kitchen and dining area. Jack waved at me with a big smile and pulled out a chair for me.Zane was at the counter, pouring himself more coffee. Our eyes met for a brief second. He gave me a small nod, like nothing had happened. But something in his expression felt... off.I sat down and tried to eat, but my appetite was gone. After breakfast, as people started clearing plates, Zane walked past me toward the hallway. He paused for a second and murmured under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “Some things are better left as dreams, don’t you

ZaneI lied. I lied to myself when I insisted I would be able to avoid her. I lied when I told myself the pull was nothing more than a passing attraction, easily ignored by a man my age who should know better. But most of all, I lied about everything that mattered, and that lie was about to fucking destroy everything I’ve built. It was all her fault. It had to be. Emily came into my life with those hazel eyes that seemed to see straight through every wall I’d put up. The way they widened when she first saw me under the outdoor shower, the flush that crept up her neck when I kissed her hand in greeting. One look at her and my cock stirred like I was a goddamn teenager again. Full, heavy, aching with a need I hadn’t felt in years. That was why, during the movie last night, I couldn’t stop staring. The room had been dark, the film droning on about some forgettable romance. Jack had dozed off early, his head lolled against the back of the couch. Emily sat curled beside him at first,

Emily’s PovMy heart leaped straight into my throat. I tore myself away from Zane, scrambling backward as panic washed over the heat in my veins. My eyes darted to the dark opening of the shed, I strained my ears for the sound of Jack’s furious voice, or the heavy tread of the boots of whoever it was that had seen us together. A small, furry shadow darted across the gravel, chattering softly before scrambling up the trunk of a nearby oak tree. When it came underneath the reflection of the moonlight I realized it was a squirrel.A breathless, shaky laugh escaped my lips. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my pulse hammering against my ribs. I turned back to Zane, whose own chest was heaving, his eyes still wild and alert.“Jesus,” I breathed, a relieved smile breaking across my face. I smoothed down my tank top, trying to ground myself. “Look at us. What are we even doing?”Zane stepped back into my space, raking his fingers through his hair as he looked down at me. “I have no idea