Rhea Sweet – Only For You

“He’s leaving again,” I whispered, more to myself than him. “Another business trip.’” A bitter laugh escaped me. But we both knew the truth now, thanks to him. My husband wasn’t closing deals, he was opening legs in cheap hotel rooms. You lean forward, eyes blazing with that familiar fire. “You deserve more. You deserve me.” My breath hitched. We’d been doing this for years, stealing glances, brushing hands, hiding moans behind closed doors. Knowing I get to have him in my bed this weekend has me getting wet. With my husband packing down the hall, we had just enough time.