Kissed My Ex's Brother
His grip tightened on my hand, eyes darkening.
"Careful, baby. Or dinner ends early." But he lingered, drawing it out stories of his deals, my runway chaos, laughter bubbling easy like always. By coffee, tension crackled electric. "Penthouse," I whispered, and he tossed cash down, bodyguard pulling up smooth.
The ride blurred, his mouth on my neck, hands roaming under my dress. Penthouse doors barely closed before he had me against the marble island, kissing me stupid, tasting coffee and desire