He was so close he could've kissed her. But he didn't.
"Asya, baby." He called. She finally met his eyes.
"You are every man's wet dream."
He buried his face into her neck and breathed like a man starved. He pressed the lightest of kisses to her sensitive flesh and Asya shivered. Her panties were beginning to dampen.
"Am I your wet dream?"
Eros pulled his face from her neck and met her eyes.
"You're my only dream - and none of them are dry."
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They were best friends for years. Then Asya met Anthony and they lost touch. After a horrible breakup, they've reconnected, but there's this tension. Can they handle it while they sort out their feelings for each other?
A seductive story of tragedy and mischief.
Shit! What are they doing here? What do they want? Does that mean he is here too? Nothing ever good comes with him around... Just keep your head calm, lay low. Hope they don't expose you.
My heart is beating. My cheeks hot, and my blood rushing. Memories of the past is back to haunt me. They are pushing their way back.
Warm hands are on my skin. His hands specifically. His breath is pushing against my lips. Hot breaths. His scent is all I can smell. A pleasant addictive scent and his gaze is heated. My back is against the wall. He has got me cornered again and there is nowhere to run...