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I wasn't supposed to be there when he came home. And he definitely wasn't supposed to look at me like that.
I was just house-sitting for my best friend. Feeding the cat. Watering the plants. But then her dad showed up early - six foot something, broad-shouldered, and way too intense to be standing shirtless in that kitchen.
He told me to leave. I didn't. He told me it was a bad idea. Then he kissed me like he didn't care.
What happened next? Let's just say I'll never look at that couch the same way again.

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Produktbeschreibung
I wasn't supposed to be there when he came home. And he definitely wasn't supposed to look at me like that.

I was just house-sitting for my best friend. Feeding the cat. Watering the plants. But then her dad showed up early - six foot something, broad-shouldered, and way too intense to be standing shirtless in that kitchen.

He told me to leave. I didn't. He told me it was a bad idea. Then he kissed me like he didn't care.

What happened next? Let's just say I'll never look at that couch the same way again.


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Autorenporträt
Sloane Wilder is a woman who writes the kind of smut that gets under your skinin all the right ways.

Her stories are unapologetically hot, emotionally honest, and designed for anyone who craves both heat and heart. She writes for the overthinkers, the late-night fantasizers, the ones who want to feel seen while getting off. Every story is crafted to leave you breathless, turned on, and maybe just a little healed.

If you've ever wanted more from your smutmore feeling, more tension, more beautifully messed-up charactersyou're in the right place.

Come for the chemistry. Stay for the chaos. Leave knowing you've found your new favorite filthy little escape.