Ryan's POV
Her lips were like a goddamn drug. One taste and I was already hard as steel, my c**k straining painfully against my pants as I drove us home.
Every fiber of my being wanted to pull over right there – find some secluded spot and take her in the backseat like we were f*****g teenagers.
But Serena deserved better than that. My pregnant wife deserved better.
So I gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched, painfully aware of her scent filling the car.
She kept stealing glances at me, those brown eyes wide and uncertain, lips still swollen from our kiss.
"Ryan..." she started, but I cut her off.
"Not now, baby. If we start talking about what just happened, I won't be able to focus on driving. And I need to get you home safe."
The flush that spread acr
