The second I stepped through the door, my lungs stopped working.

Not because it was crowded. Not because the music was so loud I could feel it in my teeth. Not even because Tasha was already pulling me forward like she was leading me into a fucking rave.

It was the smell.

The heat.

The sex in the air.

That sharp, humid thickness that curled around my thighs like a whisper. My cunt clenched before I even realized what was happening. My whole body responded instinctively, ...