Sheila and Alex were playing a dangerous game of espionage during a raging storm. As they hid from the guards in a dark corner, their hearts raced and palms sweat. Their bodies pressed close, and they couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
Alex's hand traveled up Sheila's thigh, igniting a fire deep inside her. She leaned into him, her lips slightly parted, inviting his touch. He knew this was risky, but he couldn't deny the desire burning between them. With gentle force, he pushed her against the wall, cradling her face with one hand and tracing his fingers along her jawline with the other.
Sheila's breath hitched as he leaned in slowly, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. The tension between them snapped like a rubber band, and they both exploded in anger and tears.
