I’M TALKING TO MY HUSBAND LIKE NOTHING’S HAPPENING WHILE HIS TATTOOED BROTHER PINCHES MY NIPPLES AND SLIDES HIS HAND INTO MY SOAKED SHORTS

I grip the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles turn white.

Rhys’s body is flush against my back, his cock a thick, heavy line pressing between my ass cheeks through his sweats. One of his inked hands is still under my tank top, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger like he has all the time in the world. The other hand slides down my stomach, under the waistband of my sleep shorts, and cups my bare pussy.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he breathes against my...