Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
“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.”
Emma blinked, caught off guard by his words. A soft laugh escaped her, blushing a little. “Seriously?” she said, her voice low. “Well, you're chaos, Jake, and I've always wanted to know what it feels like to just… let go, like you do. To live without fear.”
His gaze darkened, something unreadable flickering across his face. “Yeah?” Then he leaned closer, his voice dropping. “How about we try something dangerous, something risky right now?”