SWEET SURRENDER: A COLLECTION OF SPICY STORIES
She didn't say a word; she just caught Sloane’s eye and gave a slow, knowing wink.
The tension between them was a physical force, a wire stretched to the breaking point. For an hour, they circled each other, trading cold pleasantries while their eyes screamed something entirely different. Every time their shoulders brushed, a spark of electricity shot through Sloane’s body. She couldn't take it anymore. When Tatum slipped away toward the private restrooms, Sloane followed her without a second thought.