Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
The air is thick with the scent of expensive liquor and something darker, muskier.
Hands roam freely, fingers trailing over bare arms, slipping between thighs, squeezing asses. No one protests. If anything, they lean into it.
A man in a silver fox mask presses a woman against the wall, his mouth on her neck, his hand already hitching her skirt up. She moans, her head falling back, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Beside them, another couple kisses deeply, their tongues visible even from here.
"Holy shit," I murmur.
Elena grins, grabbing two champagne flutes from a passing tray. "Told you it was fun."