Raw & Ruined: Short Romantic Sins
Emily lounged on the plush leather couch in the Hendersons' living room, her bare legs stretched out across the cushions. The house was quiet, the two kids tucked into bed hours ago after their bedtime stories and milk. At twenty-two, Emily had this gig down pat. It paid her rent while she finished community college online, and honestly, the perks were unbeatable. The Hendersons' place was a sleek modern haven in the suburbs, all floor-to-ceiling windows and soft ambient lighting. But the real draw? Jake and Lena. Her clients were fucking fire.Jake Henderson, thirty-five, built like a goddamn linebacker from his construction foreman days, with tattoos snaking up his thick arms and a jawline