My Husband Traded Me, His Friend Touched Me

Chapter 2

Lucas's warm breath washed over my face, carrying the scent of sweat and masculine cologne. Mortified, I shoved him away with all my strength.

"Why... why are you here?" My voice was barely louder than a whisper as I yanked the blanket beside me over my body, too embarrassed to know where to look.

In the chaos, my eyes accidentally drifted over him. Seriously, was any normal guy built like that?

Lucas looked at my flustered expression, desire burning openly in his eyes.

"Your husband gave me the key."

As if he expected me not to believe him, he picked up a key from the windowsill and dangled it in front of me.

My grip on the blanket loosened. Without realizing it, most of my chest became exposed.

"What the hell is Harry thinking? Where is he right now?"

I completely lost my composure, grabbing Lucas by the shoulders and shaking him.

His eyes never left my body. Following his gaze, I looked down. At some point, my lingerie had slipped aside, revealing far more than I realized.

Panicking, I snatched the blanket back up. It only covered my upper body, leaving my smooth, bare legs exposed.

"Answer me!"

Only then did Lucas finally speak, "Harry said you two had been playing the same games for years, and he wanted something new, something more exciting. Couples have been swapping partners lately, so... he suggested we try it. He and Sara are at my place right now."

My mind went completely blank. Harry hadn't been joking. He actually wanted to swap partners.

Everything we'd done before had already felt wild enough. I never imagined he'd want to take it this far.

What I couldn't understand most was how he could be so willing to share his own wife.

This wasn't just weird anymore.

I looked Lucas up and down. "And you actually agreed?"

He shrugged. "Sara agreed. Why wouldn't I?"

His eyes swept over me again, lingering on my chest as it rose and fell with every angry breath.

His hand slowly slid along the inside of my thigh. A shiver raced through my entire body.

Even so, I forced myself to stay rational. I was furious and heartbroken.

"Nia," he said softly, "look at you. You're dressed so damn sexy. You liked being with me just now... so why don't we..."

As he spoke, he leaned closer and carefully tugged at the blanket in my arms.

Images flashed through my mind. The way he'd taken control moments earlier. All the times Sara had giggled while telling me how incredible he was in bed.

If my own husband didn't care about my feelings, why was I still the only one holding back?

Heat flooded my cheeks. The warmth spreading through my body made me feel like a lovestruck girl all over again.

"Nia," Lucas murmured, "you look unbelievably sexy."

Seeing that I didn't resist, Lucas lifted me into his arms and settled me onto his lap. Our faces were only inches apart. Our breaths mingled between us.

The closeness made the air feel heavy. I lowered my head shyly. From where he was sitting, he could see straight down the front of my outfit.

I was on the bed I shared with my husband. Locked in an intimate embrace with my best friend's husband.

The thought alone made my heart pound even faster. I instinctively squeezed my legs together as another wave of heat swept through me, and a soft, involuntary sound escaped my lips.