Maria

I shouldn’t have been this wet. Not here. Not in the middle of a luxurious business gala surrounded by hundreds of powerful people. But the way he was staring at me through that black mask made my pussy throb with a hunger I hadn’t felt in years.

I knew it was my husband, Ethan. Those striking brown eyes, dark, intense, and burning with raw, naked lust, were unmistakable. He was leaning against a marble pillar across the ballroom, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a simple black mask covering the upper half of his face. But those eyes… they were devouring me.

He had never looked at...