Kayla’s dorm smelled like lavender air freshener and leftover microwave popcorn. The curtains were drawn even though it was only six in the evening, the glow from a laptop casting blue light over the rumpled twin bed. Adrian pushed into her slowly, trying to find rhythm against the too-thin mattress. She stared at the ceiling, one arm bent lazily over her head, nails chipped pink. “Ugh—wait,” she muttered, frowning. “That...

Stephanie Reeves had just turned thirty-seven, though most people guessed her a few years younger. She still wore her long chestnut hair down past her shoulders, a style her students often complimented, and her figure remained enviable despite two teenage sons. She wasn’t slim like the girls who filled her orchestra room, but she carried her curves with grace — full hips, a soft middle that gave way to a generous bust, an...

Evan didn’t even wait a full second before volunteering. When the office manager announced at the end of the day Friday that someone needed to drop a client gift at Mike Carlson’s house over the weekend, his hand shot up before he could stop himself. A boxed bottle of bourbon, meant to impress an important investor Monday morning, had to be delivered so it was there when Mike returned from his trip. Most of the guys groan...