Sarah's hands pressed against his chest again, not with real resistance but as though she was trying to hold onto the last shred of self-control.
"Please… not here. Someone could walk in."
Ross chuckled softly, a deep, confident sound that sent shivers down her spine.
"Let them," he whispered, kissing her neck again, his hands tracing up her thighs.
"Let the whole world see who you belong to. I don't care if anyone knows."
Sarah gasped, torn between fear and desire.
Every nerve in her body screamed at her to push him away, but every beat of her heart urged her closer.
This was madness. Dangerous, reckless madness.
And yet… she couldn't stop trembling for more.
She recalled the nights leading up to this moment.
At first, she had tried to dismiss it, telling herself her husband was simply tired, stressed from work, or not in the mood.
