The Art of Seduction
Mercifully, the server finished pouring, and my would-be-Master (nothing about her read ‘Mistress’) tasted, approved, and we were alone again. Alone in a crowded restaurant, at least.
Flame's Tongue: Part 3
“Come back to us,” Sam whispered when her kisses slackened. Her mind kept returning to the danger that was lurking in the shadows.
Comings and Goings
My hand slinked under the edge of her fitted denim dress, skirting the bare skin of her thigh; the aftershock of her shiver spilled out from her tongue into my mouth. I drank it in like nothing else could ever quench my thirst.