Julia

My questions about Van’s past faded as lust and yearning filled the void. One by one, my articles of clothing disappeared until I was left fully exposed, completely vulnerable to Van’s ministrations. The cold tile wasn’t the only cause of the goose bumps peppering my flesh or the hardness of my nipples. He sat back on his heels, perched between my legs.

The earlier dullness in his orbs was gone. Van’s gaze sizzled with the heat of ...