My Undercover Lover’s Secret Seed - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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He never answered me that day. Days had passed since my husband walked out, and still, no word. No return.
The gloom had settled deep in my bones, and as the weather turned bitter, so did my luck—I came down with a fever. I barely left my bed, let alone the house.
That night, the storm raged outside, thunder shaking the walls. I dreamed of my husband divorcing me, handing everything to his bastard child. The nightmare yanked me awake, my skin slick with sweat. Before I could steady my breathing, a knock came at the door.
I opened it to find Lucas standing there, soaked to the skin. Rain dripped from his hair as he gave me that slow, lopsided grin. "E-Emily... you... okay?"
My voice was weak. "What are you doing here?"
"R-rain... You... scared."
I went still.
Thunderstorms terrified me—something even my husband had forgotten. But Lucas, the man everyone called simple, remembered.
Something in my chest cracked open.
He was shivering, water pooling at his feet. Without thinking, I stepped aside. "Come in."
He shuffled awkwardly to the couch, dripping everywhere. I grabbed a set of my husband's clothes and tossed them to him. "Change."
Lucas didn't hesitate. Right there in the living room, he peeled off his soaked shirt, revealing a chest carved from pure muscle.
Then he caught me staring.
Misunderstanding, he grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm flat against his skin. "Emily... want... touch?"
Heat radiated under my fingers—vibrant, alive. Nothing like my husband's sagging frame.
I squeezed without meaning to.
A rough groan escaped him.
"Mmm... Emily..." His face twisted, discomfort flashing in his eyes.
Despite the cold rain, sweat beaded at his temple.
Then he pointed downward, voice pitiful. "Hurts..."
My gaze dropped.
There was no hiding it—the thick outline straining against his pants. I stumbled back, heart hammering. "Y-you—" How was he already hard?
Lucas smacked himself lightly, then tugged at his waistband like it offended him. "Bad... hurts. Scared... Emily."
When he freed himself, my breath vanished.
Three times my husband's size. Thick. Veined. Pulsing.
He looked up at me, eyes dark. "Emily... need... wash."
The storm outside roared, but all I heard was the ragged sound of my own breathing.
Maybe it was the fever. Maybe it was the way my husband had refused me for years.
But instead of pushing him away, I whispered, "Bathroom's there."
As he passed me, his bare skin scorched the air between us. My head spun, the fever burning hotter—so hot I followed him into the shower.
Water sluiced over us, soaking my nightgown until it clung to every curve. But I wasn't cold.
I was on fire.
When Lucas pressed against me, I didn't move.
Then his hands gripped my waist—
And I shattered.
The gloom had settled deep in my bones, and as the weather turned bitter, so did my luck—I came down with a fever. I barely left my bed, let alone the house.
That night, the storm raged outside, thunder shaking the walls. I dreamed of my husband divorcing me, handing everything to his bastard child. The nightmare yanked me awake, my skin slick with sweat. Before I could steady my breathing, a knock came at the door.
I opened it to find Lucas standing there, soaked to the skin. Rain dripped from his hair as he gave me that slow, lopsided grin. "E-Emily... you... okay?"
My voice was weak. "What are you doing here?"
"R-rain... You... scared."
I went still.
Thunderstorms terrified me—something even my husband had forgotten. But Lucas, the man everyone called simple, remembered.
Something in my chest cracked open.
He was shivering, water pooling at his feet. Without thinking, I stepped aside. "Come in."
He shuffled awkwardly to the couch, dripping everywhere. I grabbed a set of my husband's clothes and tossed them to him. "Change."
Lucas didn't hesitate. Right there in the living room, he peeled off his soaked shirt, revealing a chest carved from pure muscle.
Then he caught me staring.
Misunderstanding, he grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm flat against his skin. "Emily... want... touch?"
Heat radiated under my fingers—vibrant, alive. Nothing like my husband's sagging frame.
I squeezed without meaning to.
A rough groan escaped him.
"Mmm... Emily..." His face twisted, discomfort flashing in his eyes.
Despite the cold rain, sweat beaded at his temple.
Then he pointed downward, voice pitiful. "Hurts..."
My gaze dropped.
There was no hiding it—the thick outline straining against his pants. I stumbled back, heart hammering. "Y-you—" How was he already hard?
Lucas smacked himself lightly, then tugged at his waistband like it offended him. "Bad... hurts. Scared... Emily."
When he freed himself, my breath vanished.
Three times my husband's size. Thick. Veined. Pulsing.
He looked up at me, eyes dark. "Emily... need... wash."
The storm outside roared, but all I heard was the ragged sound of my own breathing.
Maybe it was the fever. Maybe it was the way my husband had refused me for years.
But instead of pushing him away, I whispered, "Bathroom's there."
As he passed me, his bare skin scorched the air between us. My head spun, the fever burning hotter—so hot I followed him into the shower.
Water sluiced over us, soaking my nightgown until it clung to every curve. But I wasn't cold.
I was on fire.
When Lucas pressed against me, I didn't move.
Then his hands gripped my waist—
And I shattered.
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