Forbidden Romance Tales
The sounds were faint.
The soft, rhythmic creak of a bedframe from the master suite down the hall, a muffled feminine sigh and then nothing. It was always over so quickly. It had happened every night since her arrival. Every night, Jaye would wait, her body coiled with a strange mixture of pity and triumph before silently slipping back to her place.
The night was no different. Jaye was in the study, reading some random book when she felt Tyler’s presence behind her.
“What’s the matter, Tyler?” she asked, her tone deliberately light, teasing. She leaned back, letting her book fall to the side, the neckline of her dress gaping slightly. “I thought you’d be occupied with your wife at this hour.