How To Lose A Guy

Brooklyn watches her husband chase pleasure alone in the glow of his screen. The new marriage burns cool. She whispers her secret to Ash, an old college lover, and they make a private film that reeks of oil and skin. Limbs slide together, mouths find warm places, slick hands press every curve until they’re shaking. Brooklyn leaves the clip on his pillow with a single note. She waits by the window in thin silk, nipples tight against the fabric, listening for the door. Either his cock will stiffen at the sight or fury will crack the frame of their marriage; both possibilities set her pulse beating between her legs.