Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions
Still, I caught the way Dera peeked at him when she thought no one noticed.
That night, we sat down for steak and wine. Dera had cooked. Duncan talked about his kids, his job, the city he came from. Turns out, the guy was successful too. Somehow, that added to the tension. I could not shake the feeling I had just let a lion into the den.
I watched as Duncan's gaze drifted over Dera’s face, then down her neck. He took his time. I could feel a charge growing across the table.
"High school sweethearts?" Duncan looked at us like we were a rare find. "You don't hear that anymore."