Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories
He shouldn't feel aroused.
But he did.
Deeply.
Fiercely.
Unapologetically.
Because this wasn't p**n. This wasn't fantasy.
This was Ashley.
She'd left it out.
He flipped to the back cover -- inside the leather, a small pouch was visible. He opened it.
More drawings. But not just sketches -- practice poses. A list in pencil, half-erased, barely readable. He squinted.
• Kneel, thighs spread
.Sit on heels, palms up