The house was quiet again. Still. After the charged, almost dangerous heat in the kitchen, it was hard…

I never knew that a simple trip to the laundry room could lead to such a titillating revelation….

It started with a whisper. Rachel had Maddie sprawled out on the bed, thighs parted, wrists pinned above…

The room was alive with breathy tension—bare skin, flushed cheeks, low moans filling the air like thunder before…

It was the first night of Nate’s business trip. The house was quiet — kids asleep, wine half-finished,…