The affair had consumed me completely. What started as a thrilling flirtation had become an obsession. Jax delivered to my house almost every other day now, and I ordered things I didn’t need just to feel his hands on me again.My husband, Mark, had grown even more distant, often working late or traveling. The guilt had faded into something darker — a twisted thrill I couldn’t resist.Today, Jax had texted me: Last delivery of the day. Be ready.I waited in the kitchen wearing only a short, sheer black robe. My heart raced when I heard the familiar knock. I opened the door, and Jax stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the space.Before I could speak, he grabbed me by the throat — not hard, but firm enough to assert control — and pushed me against the wall, kissing me hungrily. His tongue claimed my mouth as one large hand slid between my legs, finding me already soaked.“Such a desperate little housewife,” he growled against my lips. “Always wet and waiting for your delive
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