The Room Next Door
It started with the sound. Not moaning, not quite—not yet. Just… muffled movement. A creak of a bed frame, a rhythmic thump against the wall that separated Emma’s hotel room from the one next door.
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It started with the sound. Not moaning, not quite—not yet. Just… muffled movement. A creak of a bed frame, a rhythmic thump against the wall that separated Emma’s hotel room from the one next door.
They weren’t supposed to be doing this. Not in broad daylight. Not on the fifth floor balcony of a luxury apartment in Barcelona, with half the city just a glance away. But of course, that’s what made it so damn exciting.
Tara's back hit the cool brick wall of the alley behind the club, and she bit back a squeal of surprise. Jake’s mouth was on her neck in an instant, hot and hungry, his hands already tugging up her skirt.