Corky’s fingers danced over your arm, lingering with a heat that stirred something deep and undeniable within you. “You seem like someone who could use a little adventure,” she murmured, her voice teasing yet inviting, pulling you closer with her presence.

Before you knew it, her hand was up your skirt, electricity sparking through your core. Your breath hitched as her fingers found their mark, teasing you with exquisite familiarity. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief as her mouth devoured the soft skin of your throat.

You were caught in a whirlwind of pleasure and urgent panic. The cloud of your past threatened to sweep back as thoughts of your husband pierced through your bliss. What if he came home early? He would be pissed for sure. Then what? Get hit?

Just then, you heard a rumble of a car outside. Your eyes widened in shock as you and Corky pulled apart.

“Quick!” you whispered, glancing towards the stairs, panic threading its way through your voice.

In a blur of movement, Corky straightened your skirt and adjusted your hair, You could feel her breath against your skin, brushing against the corner of your lips as she leaned slightly forward, holding you in a moment suspended in time.

The front door creaked open, and you could hear your husband’s voice filtering down the hall. "i’m back," he called, the words laced with a sense of entitlement that once shattered your spirit.

“Just act normal,” Corky whispered, barely keeping her own breath steady.