ILLICIT DESIRES: A STEAMY COMPILATION

♤LEXI♤My cousin Joan had always been the wild one in the family; the one who partied hard, dated the hottest guys, and somehow charmed everyone without even trying.Me? I was the opposite: the dependable one, the girl who arrived early to family gatherings and stayed late to clean up. While she lived for chaos and attention, my heart was stuck on the one guy I couldn’t have, unwilling to settle for anyone else.Joan had called me out of the blue and asked me to come over to her house because she needed me. I was in the middle of binge-watching my favorite true-crime series but she begged me to get to her house as soon as possible because it was urgent. She offered no explanations why she needed me.I didn't want to go but I complied. Joan and I had always been close, more like sisters than cousins, especially since we grew up in the same small town before she moved to the city for her marketing job. She was the glamorous one: tall, petite, with that effortless beauty—long blonde hai

My eyes locked onto that photo, on the outline of Dylan's cock pressing against his trousers like it was begging to burst free.Heat rushed through me instantly and my nipples hardened under the thin silk of Joan's nightie. A sharp throb pulsed between my thighs.Shit. Why was he doing this? The plan was simple: nod, look sick, let him say goodnight and wish me a quick recovery. Not this. Not him teasing me with his arousal like we were in some private, heated moment.I tore my gaze back to the video call, where Dylan's face waited, patiently. "Did you see that?" He whispered intimately.I looked up at him through the veil of my hair, and his eyes trailed over me slowly, drinking in every inch he could see; the curve of my shoulder peeking from the comforter, the way the nightie clung to my chest. He bit his lower lip and a low groan escaped him."Baby... you have no idea what you are doing to me lying there looking so fucking sexy. God, I just want to pin you down and fuck you so ha

He didn’t stop until my body was trembling and spent. He then crawled up my body and his lips found mine in consuming kiss that left me breathless. I tasted myself on his tongue and something inside me melted at the tenderness of it."Good girl," he murmured against my mouth.He shrugged off his shirt, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and the dark trail of hair that drew my gaze downward. My hands moved on their own, tracing the warm, firm planes of his body, learning him as though I’d waited years for this moment. When my palm settled over the hard length straining against his jeans, he drew in a sharp breath and his hips pressed instinctively into my touch."Unzip me, baby." he whispered. "I want to feel your mouth on me."I hesitated, the post-orgasm haze clearing just enough for guilt to flicker, but he guided my hand, and I obeyed, tugging the zipper down. His cock sprang free and my mouth watered all over again. It twitched in my grip as I stroked him from the base to t

My breath caught as I took him in, like I was seeing him for the first time.He had to be over six feet, broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist and dark hair slicked back from the shower, still dripping. My gaze dropped to his chest, freezing on the black ink etched there. It was a fierce tribal design, swirling like flames across his left pec, right over his heart. Connor didn't have tattoos. Or at least, he hadn't the last time I'd seen him shirtless, which felt like forever ago. Maybe he'd gotten it on one of those trips and kept it secret like everything else. The thought stung a little, but it also lit something up inside, like proof he wasn't the same boring guy anymore.My eyes dipped lower, tracing the hard lines of his abs that were ridged and tight from whatever he did to stay in shape. And then to that happy trail that arrowed straight down into the towel wrapped low on his hips. It vanished under the white fabric, hinting at what bulged there, and my heart slammed harde

No. No fucking way.I stared at the man in front of me; the one whose cock I’d just deep-throated, whose hands I’d begged to touch my tits and cunt. He wasn’t Connor. Because Connor was downstairs calling my name.My heart hammered in my chest like a drum gone wild as I pulled back from him, my lips still tingling from the way I'd wrapped them around his thick dick just moments ago.I stumbled back a step, one hand flying down to cup my bare, still-dripping pussy like that could somehow hide what he'd already seen; already tasted with his fingers, already felt grinding against his cock through my soaked thong."Who the hell are you?" I hissed, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn't flinch. Instead, he stepped closer, his blue eyes locking onto mine. They looked so much like Connor's it made my head spin. "Who I am doesn't matter right now," he said in a low voice like we were sharing some dirty secret. "What matters is you covering up before your husband walks in and sees you li