Arranging a Mistress For My Husband
“Let’s see if you can keep your cool,” Olivia whispered, her voice like velvet, “or if I can make you crack.”
Ethan felt his throat go dry again, but he forced himself to keep his composure. “You can try,” he said, his tone daring, though his eyes gave away his growing fascination. “But just remember, I’m not that easy to break.”
“Oh, I know,” Olivia replied, her voice barely a whisper now, low and dripping with intent. She reached out, her fingers trailing over his hand, the touch sending a shiver up his spine. “But I think tonight I might just be willing to make an exception for you.”
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