DIRTY DADDIES
“Haven’t we, Lee?”
Helena could only nod, her throat dry. They had. In whispered confessions in the dark, it was their secret, shared fantasy.
Cady, seeing her opening, slowly uncurled herself from Aiden’s side. She moved with a predator’s grace, not to a person, but to the empty space on the couch next to Helena.
She perched on the edge of the cushion, turning her body fully toward her friend. The air between them seemed to vibrate.
“The rules are watch only,” Cady repeated, her gaze dropping to Helena’s lips for a heart-stopping second before returning to her eyes. “But watching can be its own kind of touch, don’t you think?”