Desire is a strong feeling of wanting, or longing, wishing for something to happen. Desire can be fueled by pleasure,a sense, if you would, of lack or even a conscious impulse of doing something that you know is wrong but you do it anyway. “Tell me something Red,” He curls his finger and a moan settles in my throat.  “What would daddy have to say if he knew my fingers were deep inside his daughter’s tight pussy?” He thrust not one but two fingers inside me as his thumb stokes over my clit. My legs are shaking and if it weren't for him holding me up against the weight lifting rack I would be on the floor. My training session turned into something else altogether, something that my parents told me never to do with boys that were not my mate but he’s not just anyone, no, the man that’s causing so much pleasure that has body shaking as the climax shoots through me it’s hard, and rough just like him. No, this man isn’t just anyone, he's my mate, and he’s forbidden. “What would he say if he knew it was his best friend?” I say, breathlessly. That’s the thing about desire you can’t control it even if you wish you could. *** No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical photocopying, recording scanning or otherwise with written permission from the author. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website or distribute it by any further means without permission, except for use of brief quotations in a book review. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead events or localities are entirely coincidental.