My Best Friend’s Sister Asked Where She Would Sleep… She Bit Her Lip and Said, “In Your Bed, With You.”

Vanessa stepped through Daniel’s doorway in a dress that clung to every curve the night heat had already claimed. Thirty-four and no longer the girl he had forced himself to overlook, she let her eyes travel over him with open hunger. “I’ve always found you attractive, Daniel,” she said, voice low enough to feel like a hand on his skin. He swallowed hard, already hardening against the fabric of his pants, while the citrus-warm scent of her filled the apartment and the forbidden space between them began to burn.