SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
“Like this?”
Before I could answer, he kissed me — right there in the middle of the arcade, slow and deep. His mouth moved against mine, unhurried, like we weren’t surrounded by noise and lights. Between kisses he spoke softly against my lips, his voice rough as he started teaching me how to use the simulator.
“Lean into the turns… like that,” he murmured, one hand guiding my hips gently, showing me the motion he wanted. “Grip tight… don’t let go.”