Maria
I shouldn’t have been this wet. Not here. Not in the middle of a luxurious business gala surrounded by hundreds of powerful people. But the way he was staring at me through that black mask made my p***y throb with a hunger I hadn’t felt in years.
I knew it was my husband, Ethan. Those striking brown eyes, dark, intense, and burning with raw, naked lust, were unmistakable. He was leaning against a marble pillar across the ballroom, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a simple black mask covering the upper half of his face. But those eyes… they were devouring me.
He had never looked at me like this before. Not once in our five years of marriage. Ethan was a good man. Respectful. Successful. Kind to everyone. But in bed? He was a disappointment. Two minutes of mechanical
