He watches me. Wrecked. Worshipful. I pause, then glance over my shoulder with a smile that starts in my lips but finishes in my hips. “You gave me your dirtiest dream,” I purr, crawling back into his lap, knees bracketing his thighs, voice low and full of wicked promise. “Now I’ll give you mine.” My free hand drifts down my stomach, fingers slipping through my own slickness. “From the foot of the bed,” I say, letting my...

“I trust you,” I whisper. “Take me. However you want. I want to be yours. All of me.” My breath catches—sharp, audible—as I stare at him. The room spins around me, pulse hammering loud in my ears, drowning out every thought but the echo of his words: "You want to make me feel good? How about upside-down deepthroat?" Three frantic heartbeats pass, sweat trickling slowly down between my breasts, before my body moves of its...

“So…” he murmurs, dark eyes gleaming. “Dessert time?” I grin. My feet curl around the bottle, pluck it from his grasp before he can blink. He watches me. Waiting. I arch one foot over the plate, slow and deliberate. “Dessert?” I echo, voice dipping low. Then I drizzle. A slow ribbon of amber coats my arch. Slides between each toe. His breath catches. I tilt my foot toward him. “You clean this mess.” I nudge the syrup bott...

I curl my toes into the leather seat, pretending it's just about getting comfortable. But he's watching. The way his hand tightens slightly on the gearshift--like it's my ankle. The way his breath catches when I stretch one bare foot toward his lap. It's dark inside the car, but the dashboard casts just enough glow to catch the sheen on my toes. He doesn't say anything. So I press my sole against his thigh. Slow. Innocent...