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One Wrong Night With My Bestie's Husband

Following a heated argument with her husband, Percy Egan, regarding their lack of physical chemistry, the protagonist seeks refuge at Katie Langdon's home. However, the night takes a shocking turn when Katie’s husband, Stefan Foley, returns early from a trip. In the darkness, he mistakes the guest for his wife, initiating an intense encounter. Overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensations and Stefan’s presence, she finds herself caught between terror and a newfound, trembling anticipation.
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Chapter 2

I was very familiar with that kind of self-supplied pleasure. Whenever Percy failed to satisfy me, this was how I relieved myself.

But that night, I tossed and turned. I rubbed hard for nearly half an hour, yet all I felt was emptiness—endless emptiness.

The image of Stefan's face and body refused to leave my mind. I truly wanted him to take me just once. Just once would be enough.

Even as my strength gave out and I drifted toward unconsciousness, that was still what was on my mind.

In the middle of the night, while I was half-asleep, I suddenly felt my legs being pulled apart.

Was this a dream?

The next second, a rough, calloused hand began stroking me between my thighs back and forth. It sent waves of shivers through my body.

I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. It felt so good!

The stimulation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I didn't want to open my eyes. I even hoped it wasn't a dream. If there truly were a strong, virile man pressing me down at that moment, that would be utterly blissful.

Just as I was sinking helplessly into the pleasure, I felt a warm breath against my ear.

I jolted awake instantly.

Wait. This didn't feel like a dream. There really was someone on top of me.

Could it be Katie? Why would she be fooling around in the middle of the night?

I was just about to turn over and tell her to stop when the person behind me murmured hoarsely into my ear, "Darling, I want you."

That voice.

Oh God. I knew instantly who it was.

I screamed for help internally. Wasn't Stefan supposed to be on a business trip? Why had he suddenly come back?

And, judging from the situation, he clearly thought I was his wife.

What was I supposed to do? If I told him right now that he had the wrong person, wouldn't that be unbearably awkward?

Besides, people always said you shouldn't startle men when they were aroused, or else something terrible might happen.

His hands grew bolder and bolder, igniting every sensitive place on my body. Before long, I had melted into a puddle beneath him.

It was only foreplay, yet the pleasure he brought me already surpassed anything Percy had ever given me. I felt like I was about to lose control.

My reason screamed at me to stop, yelling desperately that this was wrong. But my body pleaded for him to continue.

I nearly had a mental meltdown from being torn apart by those strongly contradictory feelings. What was I supposed to do?

Just then, Stefan suddenly pushed my legs open as far as they would go and lowered his head…

In an instant, a burst of blinding white light filled my entire mind. A wild, uncontrollable wave of pleasure left me nearly senseless. I had never experienced anything like it before.

If even just his mouth could make me feel this way, then his…

I didn't dare imagine how much of an overwhelming experience that would be.

Stefan truly was skilled with women.

His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Darling, why are you so wet tonight?"

As he spoke, he flipped me over and hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. He pulled my hands toward him to help him undo his belt.

My heart pounded violently in chaos.

This was my last chance! Should I tell him he had mistaken me for someone else?

But then what about all my reactions just now? He would definitely think I was some kind of loose woman. He might even ask why I hadn't said anything at the beginning.

After a long moment of inner turmoil, I clenched my teeth and unfastened the buckle.

It was too late. There was no turning back now.

I said that to comfort myself silently. Hadn't Katie joked that I should try him? Well, I truly wanted to experience the man who left her dizzy and weak that she bragged about.

My willingness seemed to encourage him. His breathing grew heavy, and his gentlemanly demeanor was all but gone. He was like a beast set ablaze by desire.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he yanked off my already-soaked underwear.

Cool air rushed over my exposed skin. That sense of forbidden madness and reckless thrill finally shattered what little reason I had left.

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