Ironically, this would all be a lot easier if we weren’t married. If we were just two strangers looking for a casual fuck. Maybe … Maybe we could be? “I see there’s a wedding band on your finger,” I murmur, running the pad of my thumb over the lace of her bra, much more pleased than I should be about the fact she’s still wearing my ring. She leans into my touch, her rigid nipples begging to have my mouth on them. “Are you married?”
