After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1)

After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1) Read Free

Book: After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1) Read Free
Author: Anya Merchant
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just because of how good his mother’s soft body felt against him.
    Of all the things I need right now, embarrassing thoughts are at the bottom of the list.
    He slowly began pulling himself to his feet. The heavy steel shelter door was behind him, no worse for wear from the quake. The entrance room of the bunker was larger than he had realized, with another set of doors that led off into…
    Into what? I never spent very much time down here, or anytime down here, really.
    “I guess dad was right to be so paranoid,” said Jack. “This place, this shelter, may have just saved our lives.”
    Rebecca let out a sigh and pulled herself to her feet. Her hair was in a tangle, as though she had just climbed out of bed or stepped off a roller coaster. She straightened her gown and managed a quick smile for Jack before stepping over to him and cupping one of his cheeks in her hand.
    “We’re alive, and that’s all that matters,” she said. “I was so worried…”
    Jack felt his cheeks begin to heat up. It felt strange, and even though he knew he was too old to relish in his mother’s physical affection, at that moment, there was nothing he wanted more.
    “We’re okay,” he said, walking over to the door at the far end of the tiny room. “And I’m willing to bet that this door leads to another exit, in case we can’t get the one we came in through open.”
    That must be where it leads. I know dad spent a lot of time and money setting this up, he would have thought things all the way through.
    There was another combination lock on the handle of the second door, and after putting in the combination again, his father’s birthday, he turned it and pulled it open.
    “Jack, hold on,” said his mom. “Maybe we should just-“
    “What the…”
    Jack was stunned by what he found on the other side of the door. In all the time that his father had spent constructing the bomb shelter, the extent of what he’d seen consisted of the small hallway that the main stairs down led down into. He had never seen the door in the back, much less what was behind it.
    “This is incredible,” whispered Rebecca. “All this time, and all of that money that I thought he was wasting on alcohol. This is where it ended up.”
    I can’t believe it either.
    The main room of the shelter was about the size of a large bedchamber, except with walls composed of thick, shiny metal. A carpet covered the entire room, but Jack could feel the hard, solid floor underneath it, even through his shoes.
    Tucked away in the corner of the room was a bed that looked just barely big enough for two people. The sheets and pillows on top of it were arranged with surgical precision, giving the appearance of it having never been used.
    A large TV monitor covered the wall directly across from the door, with a button filled instrument panel attached next to it and two plain office chairs in front of it. Large black tote bins were stacked high on either side of it, and there were two more heavy doors on each wall.
    “This must have taken years to set up,” said Jack. “How the hell did dad manage to get all of this in here?”
    Rebecca just shook her head.
    “When we bought the house, the realtor only ever showed us a glimpse of shelter. Some of this stuff could have already been in here, maybe?”
    Maybe…
    Jack walked over to one of the chairs and ran his hand across it.
    “There’s no dust,” he said. “Dad’s definitely been down here recently.”
    Was he really this paranoid?
    “We need to see what’s in the other rooms!” Rebecca walked in front of him, her tiny gown sliding up along her thighs a bit higher with every step. Jack followed, pulled in by both his curiosity and a strange urge to stay close to his mother.
    Jack and his mom turned the handle on the door to the left and peered inside. A motion activated sensor light switched on, revealing a small, somewhat cramped room. The center of it was taken up by a small table that was, just like the bed,

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