My Husband Hired My Temptation Next Door - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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A shiver raced up from the soles of my feet, making my entire body tremble as I fought to resist. But my traitorous limbs had other ideas—especially when his palm grazed my thigh.
Resistance became impossible.
Chase smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Come on, Vivian. Don't tell me you don't want this too?"
"Want what?" I bit my lip, feigning innocence as I shook my head.
His grin widened. "Has it really been so long since your husband left that you've forgotten?"
Still smiling, he rose, one hand gripping my ankle while the other braced against the couch. Then he leaned in—close enough that I could count the dark lashes framing his sharp eyes.
His breath was hot against my skin.
But a sliver of reason screamed in the back of my mind. This can't happen. How would I face Vanessa? Or explain this to my husband?
Before I could speak, Chase murmured, "Vanessa and I keep you up every night, don't we?"
"No." I turned away, unable to hold his smoldering gaze. "I didn't hear anything."
"Really?" His lips curved as he exhaled against my ear, sending a shudder down my spine. "Then why were your panties soaked last night?"
My breath hitched.
His words left me speechless—especially with the memory of him holding my lingerie to his nose in the bathroom. My pulse hammered, my chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as I scrambled for an excuse—
Then his hand slid beneath my skirt.
The second his rough fingers touched me, electricity shot through my veins. The dampness between my thighs turned into an undeniable flood.
God, I wanted to drag him against me.
He was gorgeous—carved like a damn Greek god. But he was Vanessa's. If this went any further, how could I ever look my husband in the eye again? Or Vanessa?
I swallowed hard, my heart thrashing like a caged bird beneath my blouse.
"Vivian, stop fighting it," Chase murmured. "Vanessa's working late. Let me take care of you—just this once."
Before I could protest, he yanked me against his chest. The moment my body met his hard muscles, I stiffened—then went limp, my mind blanking.
A traitorous part of me ached for what came next.
When I didn't push him away, Chase grew bolder. His lips crashed onto mine, hot and demanding. His breath scorched my cheeks, my entire body trembling under his touch.
The last of my resistance shattered.
In one swift motion, he hauled me up by the waist and carried me to the bedroom. Wrapped in his arms, I clung to his shoulders, kissing him back with equal hunger.
I wanted to dissolve into him.
We moved like starved lovers reunited after years apart—every touch, every gasp, every desperate press of skin against skin setting my nerves ablaze.
This raw, aching need—
It consumed me.
And in that moment, I couldn't bring myself to stop.
Resistance became impossible.
Chase smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Come on, Vivian. Don't tell me you don't want this too?"
"Want what?" I bit my lip, feigning innocence as I shook my head.
His grin widened. "Has it really been so long since your husband left that you've forgotten?"
Still smiling, he rose, one hand gripping my ankle while the other braced against the couch. Then he leaned in—close enough that I could count the dark lashes framing his sharp eyes.
His breath was hot against my skin.
But a sliver of reason screamed in the back of my mind. This can't happen. How would I face Vanessa? Or explain this to my husband?
Before I could speak, Chase murmured, "Vanessa and I keep you up every night, don't we?"
"No." I turned away, unable to hold his smoldering gaze. "I didn't hear anything."
"Really?" His lips curved as he exhaled against my ear, sending a shudder down my spine. "Then why were your panties soaked last night?"
My breath hitched.
His words left me speechless—especially with the memory of him holding my lingerie to his nose in the bathroom. My pulse hammered, my chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as I scrambled for an excuse—
Then his hand slid beneath my skirt.
The second his rough fingers touched me, electricity shot through my veins. The dampness between my thighs turned into an undeniable flood.
God, I wanted to drag him against me.
He was gorgeous—carved like a damn Greek god. But he was Vanessa's. If this went any further, how could I ever look my husband in the eye again? Or Vanessa?
I swallowed hard, my heart thrashing like a caged bird beneath my blouse.
"Vivian, stop fighting it," Chase murmured. "Vanessa's working late. Let me take care of you—just this once."
Before I could protest, he yanked me against his chest. The moment my body met his hard muscles, I stiffened—then went limp, my mind blanking.
A traitorous part of me ached for what came next.
When I didn't push him away, Chase grew bolder. His lips crashed onto mine, hot and demanding. His breath scorched my cheeks, my entire body trembling under his touch.
The last of my resistance shattered.
In one swift motion, he hauled me up by the waist and carried me to the bedroom. Wrapped in his arms, I clung to his shoulders, kissing him back with equal hunger.
I wanted to dissolve into him.
We moved like starved lovers reunited after years apart—every touch, every gasp, every desperate press of skin against skin setting my nerves ablaze.
This raw, aching need—
It consumed me.
And in that moment, I couldn't bring myself to stop.
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