Wet Desires: {A Steamy Collection}
They were both completely naked, limbs tangled, the girl’s breathless moans muffled against her boyfriend’s shoulder.
The sharp rhythm of their bodies meeting, the heat shimmering off them, the slick sheen of sweat burned into Dimple’s mind like a fresh brand. Her heart had seized, clutching at itself as if it could hold together the fracture.
Now she was here, in a pink crop top and a black mini skirt, pain hidden behind thick lashes, rage disguised with a swipe of cherry-red lipstick.
Dimple was sitting at the bar, staring into the drink in her hand when two guys approached her. They were tall and handsome. One of them had tattoos covering his forearm, while the other had chiseled cheekbon