Kissing My Husband's Tattooed Brother

Cassia Vale was holding a lacy bra against her chest when the front door slammed.“Cassia?” Her husband called out from downstairs.Cassia jumped because she hadn't expected her husband, Dorian to be home that early. The bra dangled from her hand and her breasts hung freely.“Perfect,” she muttered, shoving the bra into the suitcase on the bed. She smoothed her dark curls out of her face and waited for him. Maybe this was an opportunity to get him to touch her.They had not had sex in roughly a year and a half. She hated how much effort it took to look like she wasn't begging at this point.Dorian entered the room, but he was on the phone. He had not even looked at her. “No, if the partners can’t manage the deposit by Monday, then I’ll take the meeting myself. I said what I said.”Cassia pressed her lips together as she waited for him to notice she was standing braless. Her husband looked the same as always, impeccably dressed in a navy suit with his tie loosened and his blond hair sl

Cassia woke up the next morning with her panties extremely wet.Cheating because of a game was not the same thing right?She pressed her legs together, now wishing that she'd brought a vibrator along. She desperately needed to have an orgasm. She rolled out of bed.“Morning, sinner.”Cassia groaned, snapping out of her lewd thoughts. Ava was propped against the balcony door, her robe slipping off one shoulder, and eating pineapple straight from the platter.“I’m not a sinner.” Cassia sat up, tugging the bedsheet higher to cover her breasts. She loved to sleep naked and this was no exception.Ava rolled her eyes. “You came back last night smiling and it freaked me out since you didn't stop smiling until you went to bed. What the hell happened? And don't say nothing.”“I danced,” Cassia said quickly. She didn't want to tell Ava that she'd been right.“Cassia, we both know you suck at dancing.” Ava intoned.Cassia grabbed a pillow and threw it at her friend and Ava dodged easily.“I told

The dining room felt too small.Cassia sat down stiffly beside Dorian. Her sundress was pulled tightly across her thighs and she did her best to avoid looking at Kael.Dorian poured himself wine first, then poured hers, but Kael poured his. “So,” he said, swirling the glass, “how is France these days? Still hiding out? I hear they call you the phantom director.” He turned to Cassia. “Kael here is an important film director in France.”“I do my best, but it seems you’ve done quite well for yourself. Your family is beautiful.” Kael said, and she got the sense that he didn't want to talk about his job.Dorian kept talking, ignoring his compliment. “Right, the great recluse. Though somehow you manage to convince actors to follow you into the middle of nowhere and film their little art projects. I suppose someone has to keep the French entertained.”“Dorian,” Cassia whispered, frowning. “We’re eating.” She glanced briefly at their daughter who was focused on her pasta.“What?” Dorian cut

Cassia’s POVThe dining room smelled of rosemary and red wine, the kind Dorian insisted on opening only for special occasions.Tonight was special, apparently. Kael had officially moved into the east wing of the estate, and Dorian wanted to celebrate with half the firm and their glittering wives. I’d spent the afternoon arranging lilies and pretending my stomach wasn’t in knots.I hated his colleagues and I hated their wives even more. They always made me an outcast with their slim enhanced liposections and snatched thin waists.I wore the navy silk dress he liked, the one with the modest neckline, hem brushing my knees. Safe. Nothing that could be blamed on me.Kael arrived last, of course. He was wearing a dark suit, no tie, with the top button undone like he couldn’t be bothered. He greeted everyone with a nod, and shook hands like he’d rather break them. When he reached me, his fingers barely grazed mine.“Cassia,” he said, polite as a stranger. “You look lovely.”“Thank you,” I

Cassia hated that she'd checked the hallway three times that morning.Kael hadn't come down for breakfast. Hadn't appeared for coffee. The door to the east wing stayed shut, and she told herself she didn't care. Told herself it was none of her business if he wanted to hide in his room all day.But she kept looking anyway.It was Saturday. Dorian had left early for golf with Marcus and some clients, kissing Elara's head but not Cassia's cheek. Again. Elara sat at the kitchen table, swinging her legs and humming off-key while she colored.Cassia scraped scrambled eggs from breakfast that morning into the trash. "Elara, baby, can you help Mama with the dishes?""No." Elara didn't look up from her drawing.Cassia turned. "Excuse me?""I'm busy." Elara added another scribble of purple to what might've been a horse. Or a dog. Hard to tell."You can draw later. I need help drying.""I don't want to."Heat crawled up Cassia's neck. She'd been patient all morning. Patient when Elara spilled ju