Lisa's POV
I sat across from Mark in the crowded conference room, trying to focus on the presenter droning on about quarterly forecasts. The Miami heat had nothing on the way my husband was looking at me, like he wanted to devour me right there in front of everyone. My pencil skirt was already riding up my thighs under the long tablecloth, and I felt a familiar throb between my legs.
Mark slipped off his loafer under the table. I knew what was coming the second his bare foot slid up my calf. My breath caught as his big toe traced higher, nudging my skirt until it bunched around my hips. The slim black thong I’d worn was already damp. He pressed his toe firmly against the thin fabric, rubbing slow, perfect circles right over my swollen c**t.
Oh god…
I bit the inside of my cheek hard, gr
