Chapter 1: I Dropped My Robe For My Husband’s Dangerous Best Friend
My p***y is aching so badly I can barely think straight.
I’ve been sitting at my desk for hours, writing the most intense, filthy scene of my career, but the words keep falling flat. I need to feel it. I need the rope biting into my wrists, the cold counter under my t**s, the overwhelming presence of a man who takes what he wants.
My husband, Derek, was supposed to be home two hours ago. I’ve called him four times. Each time he sounded more annoyed. “Babe, I’m busy. I’ll be home when I’m home.”
But I can’t wait anymore. My editor’s deadline is breathing down my neck, and my body is on fire.
I slip into the bedroom and put on the lingerie I bought specifically for scenes like this — black lace bra that barely contains
