SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES
Fear from the viral photo only made the pull stronger.
Tatum turned fully toward her, eyes dark with a mix of emotions. “Then why does fighting with you feel so damn good? Why do I keep remembering how you taste and how you make me lose control?” Their gazes locked. The fear fueled the fire instead of killing it. In seconds, they scrambled to the backseat. Doors slammed shut. The windows started fogging up fast from their heavy breathing. Clothes came off in a desperate rush. Tops pushed up over breasts, pants shoved down around ankles. They stayed half-clothed, too impatient to wait. Skin met skin in the cramped space. Hands grabbed and explored with urgent need.