Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires
I pressed my palms against the cool counter, trying to steady the rush of feelings swirling inside me.
Then smiled weakly “Go get ready, sweetheart,” I managed, my voice thin. “We’re leaving for the beach soon.”
As his footsteps faded, Damien followed, and I fled upstairs, desperate for space after the charged tension.
The rest of the day was a study in exquisite torture. At the beach, Darren’s joyful shrieks as he rode the waves contrasted sharply with the silent, loaded glances Damien and I exchanged over his head. Every brush of his arm as he passed me the sunscreen, every low murmur about the tide, was a fresh reminder of the line we had almost crossed.