Elena's POV

I stood at the fence in nothing but my silk robe, the fabric whispering against my bare skin as the breeze teased my nipples into tight peaks. My husband had left for another business trip this morning, and the ache between my legs had only grown since then. Empty. Needy. Craving the thrill of being watched, used, filled by the men who pretended to be good husbands on this quiet block.

The garage door across the way was open. Him. Mark. Strong hands, broad shoulders, the kind of man who fixed things and never asked too many questions. Perfect.

“Hey, neighbor,” I called, letting my voice drip with...