~Julia
I gestured frantically for Finn to hide, and he scrambled into the massive walk-in closet just as I threw on a silk robe. My heart was thumping in my throat. I smoothed my hair and opened the door.
Instead of my husband, I saw Miller, the house manager.
Before I could even speak, he stepped inside and gripped my waist. He didn't say a word. He just pulled my robe off my shoulders, letting it pool on the floor, and buried his face in my neck.
I tried to push him away, my eyes darting toward the closet. I wanted to tell him that Finn was right there, watching through the slats of the closet door, but Miller’s mouth was already on mine.
He backed me up against the wall and slid his hand between my legs. His eyes widened when he felt how soaking wet I was.
"You're already so wet
