Chapter 1 My Husband Brought His Mistress Home
"Want to go another round?" the man whispered, his voice a deep, sultry melody that wrapped around Cynthia Jones like velvet, tinged with a flicker of unfulfilled desire.
Cynthia's gaze fell to the floor, where the remnants of their passion lay scattered—her delicate lace lingerie tangled with his tailored suit, the torn fabric of her dress crumpled in disarray, and a pair of high heels positioned like forgotten tokens beneath the couch.
"No, I'm tired," she murmured, feigning nonchalance. He had stamina—she had nearly cried out for mercy only moments ago. Yet, her fingers, betraying her resolve, began to trace the solid contours of his abs, marveling at the warmth of his body.
