I arrived at the gym just after 8 p.m., the parking lot mostly empty under the streetlights. My hands were sweaty on the steering wheel the whole drive over. I'd told Mark I was going for a late yoga class to "unwind after a long day," and he'd barely looked up from the TV, muttering something about dinner being in the fridge. Guilt twisted in my gut for a second, but it vanished the moment I thought about Jax—his cock buried deep, the way he'd made me scream yesterday. My pussy had been throbbing all day at work, slick and restless, and I'd had to sneak into the bathroom twice...