Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
She reached for the zipper at her side, pulling it down inch by inch, the sound loud in the silence.
The dress slipped to the floor, leaving her in black lace, her skin prickling under his gaze.
“This okay?” he asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him.
Jake grinned, a spark in his eyes and he nodded. “Yeah, just like I thought. You’ve got this… spark, this fire. You pour it into those books of yours, but damn, it could burn so bright somewhere else. I won't lie when I say I've always admired that about you.”