THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION
Maybe that’s all this was.
Or maybe I was lying to myself.
Me: This is a bad idea.
Jacob: Just for the party. I’ll be good. Promise.
I lay there for ten more minutes, heart racing. Then I pulled on leggings and a loose hoodie, slipped out of my apartment, and drove over.
I knocked softly. No answer. The door was cracked open, just like he’d said. I pushed it wider and stepped inside.
Jacob was standing in the living room, completely naked.
Every thought in my head short-circuited. He was lean muscle and dark ink, cock thick and half-hard, curving up against his stomach. His eyes locked on me, dark and starving.