Chapter 1

“Finn, I told you not to disturb me. I’m busy!”

I heard my husband’s voice from inside his office sounding a bit rushed, breathless, and irritated.

“It’s not Finn. It’s, uhm… me, Loraine,” I said softly, glancing at Finn, who stayed glued to his desk, looking all wary and guilty. His fingers kept massaging the back of his neck like he wished the floor would swallow him.

I heard silence for a second, then faint shuffling—a chair scraping, fabric rustling, the kind of movement that sounded like someone trying not to be heard.

“Could you please open the door for me?” I asked, already sensing the panic behind it.

“Just… hold on, for a sec!” he shouted, his voice tripping over itself.

“It’s okay, I can wait,” I uttered, rocking back and forth on my heels, listening as seconds prolonged and more muffled noises filled the room.

Maybe looking for a place to hide his mistress.

When the door finally opened, he appeared slightly flushed, and breathing uneven. Those amber eyes that once made me weak flicked up to meet mine.

“Hi,” he greeted quickly, forcing a smile.

“Hi,” I answered, giving him one back.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” he chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair, trying too hard to look casual.

“There was something I needed to talk to you about,” I began, stepping inside slowly even if he hadn't welcome me, leaving him no other choice but to let me in. “I thought maybe it would be best to settle it now.”

As I closed the door and twisted the lock, his expression changed from panic to being alert and uneasy.

I placed my palm on his chest and pushed him gently until he dropped down on the sofa with a startled exhale.

His eyes popping out of their socket as he scooted on the sofa like he wanted an escape.

“Whoa… Lo, what—what are you doing?” he stammered, sneaking a glance toward the nearby cabinet.

I lifted the hem of my dress as I straddled him, settling on his lap, feeling the tension coil in the air.

“Lo…”

“I just wanted to show you I’m not a useless wife,” I murmured, my voice trembling with something between defiance and desire. “I want you to know that I understand what you need. You’re a man, and a man needs a woman. And as your wife, I need to be that woman."

"Uh..." He chuckled nervously, the sound low and uneven, that sexy lump on his throat bobbing hard. "That's—that's brilliant that you do, but—"

“What do you think of my dress?” I cut him off, leaning back slightly to give him a better view.

“It’s, uhm… pretty. Is that new? I don’t think I’ve seen that before. I—I like it.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. His eyes and guilt flickered again toward that cabinet.

I wasn’t that stupid to not know how to connect the dots. His mistress was in there. Probably holding her breath while watching us right now.

My suspicion was confirmed when I noticed a black A-cup bra dangling behind his desk. They must’ve forgotten it in their panic.

Without a word, I untied the ribbon of my dress. The fabric slipped from my shoulders and slid down my skin like it sighed. My skin exposed, breathing the air it barely had, and now in front of his eyes.

“Lo, wait—what are you doing? Someone might see—put it back on,” he panicked, reaching for the beautiful dress, but I’d already tossed it to the floor.

“I locked the door,” I muttered simply. “Besides, no one would dare disturb the boss.”

Then I tilted his chin down toward me.

“Do you like this kind of view, Jack?”

His eyes found the suggestive little dress clinging to my body. His breath hitched as if he saw something unbelievable.

He went utterly still, pupils darkening as his gaze dragged from my chest to my thighs that were straddling him.

Jack swallowed hard, like a man starving and his favorite was serve and begging to be feasted on.

“Whoa… wow… Lo, uh… wow…” he stammered. His hands found my shoulders, fingers rubbing unconsciously as his eyes shamelessly devoured me. “They’re… huge.”

I glanced down at the soft swell of my chest, the lace pushing it higher. I’d always hidden under conservative layers of huge clothes every single day, but right now, I felt so powerful, so bare, but beautiful, and wanted.

“Fuck…” he breathed.

“Do you want to touch them?” I asked quietly.

He froze, but I didn’t wait.

I took his hands and guided them to cup my softness.

The moment his palms met my skin, a jolt of heat rushed throughme. His warmth spread across my chest, his fingers curving as though they were learning every inch of me by touch alone.

His hands were too big to be gentle but too small to cover all of me, and that made it worse and better at the same time because every press of his thumbs sent another wave of heat spiraling low, leaving me trembling and breathless.

“Oh my God…” he exhaled, eyes glazing.

Then, just as quickly, he tensed. His gaze darted again toward the cabinet, and he withdrew his hands like he’d been burned.

“Lo, maybe we should just, uh... take this home? Don’t you think? I mean, I’ve got a meeting in an hour—”

“In an hour,” I repeated softly, sliding my hands to his nape, pulling him closer until our noses brushed.

“Ye—yeah…” he breathed, slowly nodding his head.

“What can we do in an hour?” I whispered, brushing my lips against his before kissing him, finally.

His lips were warm, hesitant at first but became then needy after a nibble. A soft moan escaped from him when I bit his lower lip and releasing it slowly.

When I pulled away, his eyes were heavy, his chest rising and falling fast.

“I want to save this marriage, Jack,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound strong. “I know we were strangers before the wedding, but maybe we could work it out. We could try… right?”

I cupped his face, feeling his growing stubbles grazing against my thumb.

He stared at me, hesitating before he finally said, “Yeah… I’d love that."

A small smile curved my lips as his hand began to trail up my thigh, fingertips brushing the teasing lace of my lingerie.

“But… does it have to be this way?” he asked, seemingly both in conflict and wanting this yo happen.

“There are other ways,” I said with a shrug, pretending not to notice how my pulse raced. “But I feel like this is the best way. And it’s fun. We could be creative. You love discoveries, don’t you? We could explore more ways… angles… positions.”

His lips parted, a small smirk forming. “Then I’d like to dig deep,” he murmured.

His hand slid behind my neck, firm but trembling slightly, pulling me in until our lips met again.

And this time, there was no hesitation anymore.