Maddie had drifted between wakefulness and sleep for hours. Ever since she’d shut the door on Vanessa and Graham outside her room, her skin had felt electrified—every nerve ending alive, humming. She’d tried counting breathing exercises. Tried focusing on the…

The house was quiet again. Still. After the charged, almost dangerous heat in the kitchen, it was hard to believe the moment had even happened. But Maddie felt it — in her skin, in her pulse, in the hum between her legs.…

Maddie Demeter changed for dinner. Not because she had to — there was no dress code, no formal expectations — but because she wanted to. And because something inside her, that quiet little flame she knew so well, told her this wasn’t…

I never knew that a simple trip to the laundry room could lead to such a titillating revelation. It was one of those sweltering summer afternoons where the house felt like a sauna wrapped in a thick, sticky blanket of…

Body worship ain’t just about touchin’—it’s about surrenderin’. And baby, I was born to be adored. There’s nothin’ like feelin’ your lips trace every inch of my soft, Southern skin… slow, reverent kisses across my tummy, my thighs, my tiny…