Julia perched on the edge of Andrew's couch, her bare feet tucked beneath her. She had been waiting for what felt like hours, though it hadn't been more than twenty minutes since she arrived there herself. Her heart fluttered every time she glanced at the clock, anticipation bubbling in her chest. She traced the edge of her jeans shorts with her fingertips, the denim rough against her skin. Looking at the clock again. 4:4...

The bike tires hum against the pavement, a steady rhythm that matches the pulse between my thighs. The sun kisses my skin, warm and insistent, but it’s the breeze that really gets to me. It slips under the hem of my skin-tight leggings, sheer enough that the lace of my thong doesn’t just peek—it announces itself to anyone who dares to look. And I know they’re looking. I catch glimpses of myself in storefront windows as I...

The moment Jack pushed open the kitchen door, the hinges creaked softly. He strode in, his athletic frame moving with a confident swagger. Scanning the room, he quickly found what he hoped to see. Mia stood by the counter, her back to him, her long auburn curls cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire. She was leaning slightly forward, one hand resting on the edge of the counter, the other idly tapping the toaster...