EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
Enzo's hand rested on my thigh, inching higher as we hit a red light.
'You trust me, right?'
'Always,' I murmured, my breath catching as his fingers brushed the edge of my lace panties.
Not long after, we pulled up to a non-descript building in the heart of downtown, but the sign hit me like a jolt.
Club Eden.
Bold red letters glowing against the night. Even from inside the car, I could feel the pulse of bass thumping through the air, mixed with laughter and something darker, more primal. My heart raced.