Caught in His Hot Tub: Her Hot Neighbour's Hot Tub, #1

By Sadie Slick

When Zoe's neighbour goes on holiday, she figures there's no harm in sneaking over to use her hot tub.

 

What she doesn't know is that her neighbour's ex-husband is stopping by this weekend – and he catches Zoe enjoying the hot tub jets just a little too much.

 

First he's going to punish her...

 

And then he's going to show her what real pleasure feels like.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Slick
• Release date: Mar 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215636442

Sadie Slick

Sadie Slick's erotic stories feature women introduced to BDSM for the first time. From innocent virgins who shyly agree to be handcuffed and cropped, to obedient interns who discover the thrill of being edged at work, the women in her stories always enjoy how good it feels to submit to a dominant older man. If you're turned on by powerful assertive bosses and commanding alpha males who know exactly what they want – a submissive woman tied up and begging for more – then you'll enjoy her spicy tales of discipline and denial. Alphas  |  VIRGINS  |  Discipline  |  DENIAL  |  Bondage  |  SUBMISSION

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Caught in His Hot Tub

Her Hot Neighbour's Hot Tub - Book 1

Sadie Slick

Copyright © 2023 Sadie Slick

All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be copied, distributed, or published in any form without permission from the author.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About The Author

Books In This Series

Also By Sadie Slick

Sneak Peek

Chapter 1

I’m so sorry we’re leaving you alone right before Christmas, my mum frets.

Give over, I’m a big girl, I say. I survived three years at university, I think I can cope with a weekend on my own.

My dad hands over the key to our front door with great solemnity. Takeaway menus are in the junk drawer in the kitchen, he says with a wink. Don’t starve, don’t burn the house down, and don’t throw any wild parties while we’re gone.

I’ll just play loud music and annoy the neighbours, I assure him.

There aren’t any neighbours to annoy, my mum says distractedly, checking for the umpteenth time that she’s got her phone and her purse. Liz is in Tenerife until next Friday.

"Really," I say, my ears pricking up. We live at the end of the lane, nothing beyond our house but open fields, so Liz is our only neighbour. She and her husband Paul moved in a couple of years ago, when I was in my second year at university, but they recently got divorced. I don’t know them that well but according to my mum it was an amicable split. They just wanted different things from life, apparently.

I think it was a classic case of relocating to the country only to discover there’s fuck all to do out in the sticks. I don’t blame Paul for moving back to civilisation.

Is everyone going on holiday for Christmas? I say, pretending to grumble when really I’m just trying to distract my mum from the way my eyes have lit up.

Oh, I’m sorry, Zoe, she says again, giving me a big hug. I really will miss you.

Go on, clear off, I tell my parents. Go enjoy your tinsel and turkey weekend, or whatever it’s called.

They drive off, blowing kisses through the window. I wave cheerfully and shut the