🌹 Sex With My Best Friend’s Husband 🌹
Her radiance glows brighter than the stars — her words shimmer with power and pleasure.
The last guests faded, leaving the house silent, except for the frantic beat of Rose’s own heart. Mark, her friend Sarah’s husband, stood opposite her in the dim hallway. The air between them tasted like static electricity and forbidden wine.
Rose, a blonde vision in a tight crimson dress, pretended to adjust her clutch, but her eyes never left him. The look he gave her was dangerous—stark, raw hunger that stripped away his usual politeness. This was the moment they both knowingly crossed the line.
“You should go,” Mark finally murmured, his voice thick. It was a weak warning, already negated by the fact he was closing the distance.
Rose swallowed, the collar of her dress suddenly feeling too tight against her skin. “I can’t seem to move,” she whispered, her lips barely parting.
He reached up, his hand cupping her cheek, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. The heat of his touch was immediate, searing away all guilt. Rose leaned into it, letting her full, ripe curves press against his solid frame, the silk of her dress a flimsy barrier.
He didn’t pull away. Instead, his gaze dropped, searing the generous swell above the neckline. It was a look of pure, possessive claim.
“Sarah is asleep,” he breathed, his chin resting on her crown. He smelled of whiskey and risk.
Rose didn’t need to answer. She let the seductive pull of betrayal guide her. She slipped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his head down. Their kiss was a desperate, urgent collision—a secret consummation made sweeter by the danger of discovery. The world outside ceased to exist, replaced only by the intoxicating, sinful rush of lying together.