Wet Secrets
The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.
He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited.
I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me.
"Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent.
He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.
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