Our marriage was a masterpiece of fading colors. Until we invited a wrecking ball into our bedroom.
Five years. That’s how long it took for Marcus and me to become strangers sharing a king-sized bed. We weren’t fighting; we were just empty. No spark. No heat. Just the soul-crushing routine of a love that had forgotten how to burn.
Then came the proposition. One night to save us. One man to wake us up.
Enter Ethan Cooper.
Our best man. The only person Marcus ever trusted. The only man who ever made my pulse stutter with a single, predatory glance. I thought I was inviting him in for me. I didn't realize Marcus had been repressing a decade of hunger for the man beside him.
What started as a desperate gamble became a white-hot seduction. Between the scent of bourbon and the weight of ten years of unspoken desire, the walls didn't just crack—they shattered.
Now, there is no more "him" or "us." There is only the visceral rhythm of three bodies finding a new way to belong.
I wanted to save my marriage. I didn't expect to lose my heart to both of them.
Note: High Heat Level 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ M/M/F ménage. Bisexual awakening. Marriage in crisis. Deep emotions. A story of scorching firsts.