Your Darkest Desires (Four Complete Short Erotic Stories Of Different Flavors) Read Online Free PDF

me seething with rage and aching with the urge to rip someone to shreds. But Dina and I had been best friends for over two decades, and we had way too much history to throw away just because neither of us liked what the other did for a living. Besides, we knew what counted: I wasn’t really a vampire, and she wasn’t really a health nut.
     
    I frowned, suddenly realizing what she’d said. “Hey,” I said, feigning offense. “I’m not the evil twin, you are.”
     
    “Keep telling yourself that,” she countered, a sultry smile fixed on her face. The bartender placed a G&T in front of her, his radiant expression growing brighter as she stroked his thumb with calculated intent.
     
    Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Jesus. You’ve been here thirty seconds.”
     
    “Don’t be jealous.” She threw a wink at the now-blushing bartender before turning to face me. “It’s such a bad look on you.”
     
    Even though my glass was still empty, I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you for reminding me.” I snatched her drink out of her hand and took a fortifying sip. When the burn from the gin faded, I handed the glass back to her and asked, “Didn’t you tell me you were bringing a date tonight?”
     
    “Yeah,” she said, frowning slightly. Gesturing to someone behind me with her drink, Dina added, “Brett came with me.”
     
    Puzzled, I turned and found myself standing less than a foot away from one of the most well defined chests I’d ever seen. I took my time dragging my attention to his face. My eyes lingered on the red silk tie and the open collar of his deep blue shirt, and I smirked when I noticed his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. I raised my head and felt my jaw drop open as I stared into a pair of startlingly familiar blue eyes.
     
    “Baby-bear Brett?” I whispered, unable to stop myself from raking my gaze across old features that had filled out in the most wonderful ways. I found the scar on his chin from when he fell off his bike when he was eight, and I tried to reconcile the sinfully gorgeous man in front of me with the scrawny little boy I’d known as a child. It did not compute.
     
    To his credit, Brett didn’t seem too put-off by my blatant appraisal of his appearance. If anything, he sounded a little resigned as he said, “Hi, April. Happy birthday.”
     
    “Yeah, you too,” I mumbled, willing my pulse to slow down as he pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. Apparently, four months of self-imposed celibacy meant that my skin would tingle at the faintest scrape of stubble; I would have appreciated an earlier memo.
     
    “I think the right response is ‘thank you’,” he remarked, a small smile quirking his lips.
     
    I had no idea what he was talking about because the smile had done some interesting things to his face. After all those years of helping him get into trouble as a kid, I realized that the man had dimples. How had I never noticed that before? As I took in his broad shoulders and the way his shirt stretched across his forearms, another detail sunk in: Brett was definitely a man now. A quick glance from head to toe confirmed that there wasn’t anything remotely boyish about him.
     
    On the bright side, I’d finally solved one of the mysteries of life. I’d figured out how I was going to die – trying to stay celibate while in the same room as the man version of Brett Sullivan was going to be the thing that killed me.
     
    I couldn’t bring myself to look away, even though a part of me realized that we’d been standing in silence for minutes. Idly, I took in the contours of his thighs through his slacks, and I decided to become reacquainted with his chest; if I squinted, I could see the outline of his nipples and it made my own nipples tight. God, I was turning into a flaming, horny mess.
     
    Before I could say or do anything crazy – climbing up his body and sticking my tongue down his throat seemed like an excellent idea – Dina poked me between the shoulder