Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection
We gathered our things.
“It was nice meeting you,” Celeste said, shaking my hand.
“You too—I hope I see you at school!” I said, my voice a little breathless.
I peeled off my blazer, throwing everything back on the seat. Lace thigh-highs in summer… I couldn’t shake the image. My pulse throbbed in my veins.
Then my car refused to start. Click… click… click.
“Oh, fúck it!” I shouted, slamming the wheel.
“Elara?” a voice called. I looked up. Celeste leaned out of a blue Cadillac Seville, sunglasses perched perfectly. Sunlight hit her hair just right. She looked dangerous, beautiful, impossible. My chest tightened, and my stomach fluttered.