When Owen leaked over Jude’s fingers, Jude used it. When Lena clenched, Jude slowed, which made her swear at him.

“Don’t be kind.”

“Ask properly.”

“Harder. I want to feel it tomorrow. I want Owen to feel it when he is in me after you.”

Jude gave her that. The bedframe knocked the wall. The mirror shivered. Rain went on like it did not care. Owen’s hand left her breast and went to where Jude was moving in her, fingers spread around the stretch, feeling his wife take another man and not closing his eyes.

Lena came first, sudden, a broken cry, her back leaving the sheet. Jude held through...