Maddie Demeter changed for dinner. Not because she had to — there was no dress code, no formal expectations — but because she wanted to. And because something inside her, that quiet little flame she knew so well, told her this wasn’t…

I never knew that a simple trip to the laundry room could lead to such a titillating revelation. It was one of those sweltering summer afternoons where the house felt like a sauna wrapped in a thick, sticky blanket of…

Maddie Demeter had been turning heads since she was sixteen — long before she realized the full power of her looks. Now, at twenty-two, she’d learned how to lean into it. Not in an obvious way. That wasn’t her style.…

It started with a whisper. Rachel had Maddie sprawled out on the bed, thighs parted, wrists pinned above her head. The dim bedroom lights cast golden shadows across Maddie’s flushed skin, her chest rising and falling with every teasing pass…

It was the first night of Nate’s business trip. The house was quiet — kids asleep, wine half-finished, and Rachel standing barefoot in the kitchen, wiping the counter while soft music played through the Bluetooth speaker. Maddie came down the…