"I... I thought it was Luca," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

I didn’t cover myself. I didn’t close my legs. I stayed exactly where I was, completely naked on the couch, legs spread wide, my soaked pussy on full display for my husband’s father.

Marco stepped deeper into the living room, his powerful frame filling the space like a storm cloud. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, the veins on his forearms standing out. His dark eyes raked over my body slowly, hungrily, lingering on my hard nipples and the wetness glistening between my thighs.

God, he was everything my husband wasn’t.

Marco Valtieri was a man in...