Euphoria: The Final Boss
he said—not a request, but a command laced with heat.
Eva smirked, looping her arms around his neck. “Already am, Big Boy.”
They moved together, hips rolling, the world around them reduced to the beat of the song and the friction between them. His hand slid lower, gripping her firmly as she arched into him, their foreheads brushing, breaths mingling.
“You’re playing with fire,” he whispered.
“Maybe I like getting burned.” Her lips grazed his jaw, and she felt him tense.
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