MYKEL

Four years later

“Mykel, are you still here?” My wife stopped in her track when she saw me sitting on my desk with a glass of whiskey in my hand.

“Hey, baby.”

She stepped closer at a sultry pace as she took off her coat. “Are you ready to go?”

“Wearing that?” I emptied the glass and put down the desk.

My skin started burning in anticipation of what could possibly happen tonight. I never fucked someone or even Adley in this office, but tonight, I would break that rule. I ...