Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
I see a fantasy.
A soft breath slips out as Daniel steps closer. His hand hovers near my hip, teasing me with the barest brush of his fingers. I straighten, every inch of my exposed body alive, every heartbeat tightening the suspense in my chest and core.
"Hot," Daniel says from behind me. He hands me a small microfiber cloth. "Now, I want you to clean my table and chair. Seductively."
I take the cloth, my face burning as I approach the desk. My hands tremble as I press the microfiber over the smooth surface.