Let’s not play coy, baby.When I post a thirst trap, I know exactly what I’m doing.I’m not some…
The rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows of Tyrone’s penthouse office the following evening. The city…
Tyrone’s downtown office sat high above the city—sleek, masculine, steel-gray and obsidian décor. The windows ran from floor to…
The scent of espresso and sweat still clung to the sheets when Tyrone rose, slow and deliberate, the…
The atmosphere in Tyrone’s penthouse had shifted. Thick with heat. Heavy with tension. The lights were low. Not…