When the lights went out, Alex moved like a thief with one goal—grab the prize. Lily barely had time to blink before his arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her away from Marcus.
The blackout had caught her off guard, her grip on her husband's hand weak, and Alex used that moment like the devil cashing in his due.
His palm clamped over her mouth.
"Mhh! Mhhh!"
She tried to protest, to wiggle free, but her body wasn't listening. Heat was spreading between her thighs, that dangerous, dizzying kind that made her knees shake. Every inch of her burned at his touch.
The filthy thought of it all—her "savior" doing this right under her husband's nose—was making her lose her mind.
The bad man… the forbidden man… taking the poor housewife while her clueless husband sits right there.
Her heart pounded. Her breath hitched.
'God, I can't believe he's doing this to me… right in front of Marcus.'
