Exhibit of Desire
Whispers of Pleasure Among the Relics
Some treasures are priceless. Some are dangerous. And some are simply… irresistible.
Museums are places of history, of beauty, of carefully preserved wonders meant to be admired from a distance. But behind the velvet ropes and locked glass cases, another world exists—one where desire simmers beneath the surface, where secrets are exchanged in breathless whispers, and where passion is just as intoxicating as the art itself.
This collection of seven sultry stories invites you to step past the barriers, past the warnings, and into a realm where the real exhibits aren’t the artifacts—they’re the stolen glances, the forbidden touches, and the unspoken desires that come alive when no one is watching.


Seven Stories. Seven Journeys. One Night at a Time.
From shadowy galleries where stolen kisses turn into something more, to grand exhibitions where intrigue and seduction entwine like brushstrokes on a masterpiece, each tale in Sultry Journeys: The Museum Collection pulls you deeper into a world where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand.
But be warned—these stories are best consumed slowly, savored one at a time. To take them all in too quickly would be reckless.
The exhibits are waiting. The doors are unlocked.
Step inside… if you dare.
Read an Exerpt
Forbidden Sculpture
Alessandra hesitated.
The Whispering Venus loomed before her, bathed in amber light, its marble curves impossibly perfect. Legends claimed that anyone who touched it would be consumed by an insatiable desire—overcome with need, driven by primal hunger. But Alessandra Vale didn’t believe in legends. She believed in precision, in planning, in control.
Then she touched it.
A jolt of something raw and electric shot through her veins. Her breath hitched. Heat coiled deep inside her, sharp and demanding. She staggered back, pulse hammering, but she was no longer alone.
“Remarkable, isn’t she?”
The voice was deep, smooth—dangerous.
She spun. Leon stood in the shadows, a smirk curling his lips, emerald eyes glinting with something unreadable. Her rival. Her occasional lover. The one man who could match her in every way—skill, wit… and desire.
“I should’ve known you’d be here,” she breathed, her body still thrumming from the sculpture’s power.


His gaze was intense, calculating yet undeniably appreciative. "How could I resist? It's not every night one finds a woman like this."
"The statue, or me?" Alessandra retorted sharply, masking her growing desire with defiance.
He smiled, stepping closer, each stride deliberate, predatory. "Perhaps both."
She tensed, watching him warily, feeling the powerful energy from the sculpture radiating into the room, affecting both of them. Her pulse raced, her mind clouded by desires she didn't understand.
"Back away, Leon," she warned, voice lower and breathier than intended. "I’m here for a job."
"As am I," he smiled devilishly. "But something tells me our plans may overlap tonight."
They circled each other slowly, cautious yet captivated, like predators sizing each other up before an inevitable clash. The sculpture watched silently, its enchantment thickening the air between them.
"You feel it, don’t you?" Leon asked, voice rich with unhidden desire. "The power she holds."
"It’s just a legend," Alessandra lied weakly, though her body betrayed her, flushed and aching.
Leon stepped forward boldly, eyes burning with intensity. He placed his hand confidently on the sculpture, his other reaching out to capture Alessandra’s wrist, pulling her close. The moment their skin touched, Alessandra gasped sharply. An intense wave of longing crashed through her, obliterating rational thought.
But somewhere, deep beneath the tidal wave of desire, Alessandra clung to control. She had read the legends, but Alessandra didn’t believe in curses. Still, she had prepared—deep breathing techniques, focus drills, anything to keep her mind sharp. Leon, on the other hand, had no such precautions. Every movement was a battle against the fire in her veins, but Alessandra forced herself to focus. Through the fog of desire, her fingers found the hidden mechanism in her suit. A secondary harness, seamlessly integrated, extended from her belt—thin, reinforced filament that snapped securely around the sculpture’s base, pulling it ever so slightly off its pedestal and into the pouch on her back. The move was nearly imperceptible, lost in the fevered urgency between them.