Lora Undercover

Lora Cross slips through the back door of the house, hoping to snatch her sorority girls and disappear before anyone notices. A shape moves fast—Ryan Rose, brown hair wild, body even wilder. She grabs Lora, slams her down, and binds her wrists tight behind her back. The rope bites. Ryan leans in close, voice low and dirty, promising every filthy thing she can think of. Lora talks fast, breath hot against Ryan’s ear, but her eyes give her away. The threats turn into kisses, rough at first, then hungry. They hit the water together, clothes plastered, bodies slick. Blonde hair floats around Lora’s face while Ryan’s hands roam, both of them soaked and gasping, lost in the heat.