The back door opened just after midnight.

Skyler was still sitting on the edge of the marital bed in the black lace lingerie when she heard the soft click of the lock and the quiet sound of boots on the hardwood. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She didn’t move. She didn’t call out. She simply waited, thighs pressed together, the thin scrap of lace between her legs already soaked through.

Maddox appeared in the bedroom doorway like he belonged there.

He didn’t speak at first. He just looked at her—at the way the sheer black cups barely contained her tits, at the hard points of her nipples, at the...