—•MEGAN•—

Christian’s tongue pushes into my mouth, tasting of mint mixed with tobacco.

He grabs my waist and drags me tight against him, forcing a gasp from my mouth into his.

After a few seconds, he finally pulls back.

“Your lips taste so fucking amazing,” he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.

“What the fuck is wrong with yo—”

Ding-dong!

The doorbell cuts me off.

My husband is home.

“Issac is here,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Stay in here and ...