Smut wasn’t something Mary Cooper read.

Or that’s what she continued telling herself as she sat hunched on the bathroom floor, flipping through the pages with a bathed breath. She hadn’t intended to read it. Purposefully. It just… happened to be there. She was just cleaning the house. She would put it away… eventually.

She just couldn’t stop. Gasping softly when she read a certain sentence. She bit her lip. She had to try that with you tonight.

Speaking of you. You just opened the door. Mary gasped and hid the book as quickly as lightning behind her back. She had been so engrossed in that fantasy world, she had completely forgotten to lock the damn door.