One more week. Just seven fucking days until my husband James finally dragged his ass back from that godforsaken business trip, and I was losing my damn mind. I’ve always been a sexual person—insatiable, really. My body craves cock like it needs air, and four whole months of nothing but my own fingers and toys had turned me into a dripping, desperate mess. Today was the breaking point. James was supposed to land this morning, but that call came instead—his deep voice apologizing while I clenched my thighs together on the couch, already soaked through my thin panties.

“Baby, there’s still shit at the office. I won’t be back for...