The cognac was cheap, the hotel room cheaper, but her laugh was a salve I’d have paid my last dime to hear. It was a low, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate right through the thin wall at my back. I watched her, this vision of impossible grace folded into a rickety chair. A shaft of neon light from the boulevard below cut across her, highlighting the twin mounds of her firm breasts—an advertisement for desire. She ran a...

The silence in the bathroom was deafening, broken only by the hiss of the shower spray hitting the tile floor. Steam was already beginning to curl in the air, veiling her in a soft, ethereal mist. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the throbbing ache between my legs. She hadn’t been joking. She hadn’t been subtle. The invitation was as clear as the hungry look in her eyes. She reached behind her...

The kitchen was dimly lit, the hum of the party muffled by the closed door. Addie stood by the sink, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she licked frosting from her fingers. Her dark eyes locked onto mine the moment I stepped in, her petite frame leaning casually against the counter. “Hungry?” she teased, holding up her plate of cake. Before I could answer, she dipped her finger into the cake and swiped a glob of i...