He knew it was wrong but how could he resist her?
Sienna pressed her forefinger to her gin-soaked lips. “Ssshh,” she giggled, a feeble attempt to control her sudden burst of hiccups. The clink of the door keys signaled Sam’s drunken attempt to find the lock. “Fuck, you’ll get me into trouble,” he whispered, trying to hide his laugh from any spying neighbours. Sienna pressed her petite body up against his, as they stumbled through the...Read On