He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs.

But it was too late.

Kiara and Ethan had been best friends since they were children. They'd shared everything in their eighteen years together except romance.

But that all changed at the beginning of their senior year.

Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with.

That kiss should have never happened. 

It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it.

Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. 

Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything.

PREVIEW:
“If you don’t want to kiss me then . . . let’s swim.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Naked.”

“What?”

“I always wanted to try skinny dipping.” I pursed my lips and said, “And I really want to get out of these clothes.”

He said, “What if someone catches you . . . me, both?”

“Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken . . .”

“Fine.”

His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”

I raised my eyebrow at the sudden change in his demeanour.

Ethan said, “You have an extra piece of clothing than me.”

I grinned. “Who said I was wearing any underwear?”

The Unfolding Duet

 “Fuck,” Kiara moaned, bracing her hands on her desk when I thrust into her from behind. Her legs trembled, and the desk bumped into the wall attached to her classroom. 


 My hands smoothed down to her thighs, squeezing the soft skin when I reared back and rammed inside her. “Oh, God. Ethan!” 


 I groaned, and she whimpered, my length caressing her velvety tight walls. The warm pressure of her weeping pussy was enough to drive me to the edge as I throbbed achingly inside her. 


 “Come on, Kiara!” I growled, lightly smacking her ass and yanking her hair. I gradually increased my thrusts, her breathy moans echoing in her office, her blouse ruffled, and pressed her breasts down on the cold wooden surface. 


 “Please, Ethan. Oh, fuck,” she let out a sweet whimper, my thrusts aiming at her sensitive spot when her body started trembling, her orgasm teetering on the edge. 


25. Insatiable