Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories
she began, her thigh touching mine, "what makes you write like that? Your story was... real. It felt like you were writing about someone specific."
I took a sip, the wine warm in my throat. "I guess... desires I haven't tried. Things I imagine but haven't done." My cheeks burned, but her gaze held me, urging me on.
Marcus leaned forward, his voice low. "We're open-minded about desires. Life's too short to hold back, don't you think?"
The air grew thick, charged with something new. Renata's hand touched my arm, light but clear. "Your story mentioned a couple," she said, her lips close to my ear. "Is that something you think about?"