Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection
I could see it clearly, the burning curiosity, the temptation, the little devil on her shoulder screaming, do it.
She smiled, shaky but mischievous. “How old are you guys?”
I tilted my head, curiosity piqued. “31 and 29 respectively.”
“Oh, I'm twenty.”
Twenty. Barely past the edge of girlhood. My spine started to lean back because if she was too young for this, I needed to end it now but then she kept talking, and her words froze me in place.