Fifty Shades of Lust {Steamiest Short Stories}
Five years of distance, discipline, and control evaporated the moment she whispered my name.
“Uncle Zahar…”
A whisper that lived in my veins long after she stopped saying it.
“Earth to Zahar?” Gabe said suddenly, snapping me back. “You’re zoning out like hell, man.”
I cleared my throat and pulled my arm subtly, trying to free it from Trixie’s hold without making it obvious. “Just tired. The flight was long.”
Lies.
I was exhausted, yes—but not from the flight.
From her.
Trixie tugged my arm back immediately, hugging it like a damn plush toy and leaning her cheek on my shoulder again. “You didn’t eat the borscht,” she said softly, sounding wounded.