Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories
Amanda leaned close enough for her shoulder to brush mine.
“You’re bold,” she whispered, lips barely moving. “Dangerously bold.”
“Then stop me,” I challenged.
She laughed again, quiet, low. “You think I would?”
Her eyes flicked toward the side door of the library, the one no one ever used because it led to the storage wing that was always locked. Except Amanda had keys. Of course she did.
“You’re lucky I don’t care about rules,” she said finally, sliding her phone into her pocket.
Then she moved, her hand brushing my wrist just enough to pull me with her as she started walking. No words, no instructions, just that subtle signal. I followed, heart pounding, grin stretching across my face.