Chapter 1

After a two-week business trip, I came home early to surprise my sleeping wife.

To my shock, lying in our bed was her freshly divorced older sister.

When I turned on the lights, she was flushed and glowing. I tried to apologize and leave, but she wrapped her arms around my waist, crying about how lonely she was without a husband and begging me to help her out...

1.

My name is Garrett. In my early thirties, I worked my way up to become a construction project manager.

The pay was great, but I had to travel out of town constantly. My gorgeous wife complained about living like a celibate widow, but my hands were tied.

After all, a man had to build a career to provide for his family, right?

During this latest two-week trip, my wife, Aria, facetimed me every single night, teasing me shamelessly. "Hubby, I have been doing Pilates and eating healthy every day. My waist is smaller, my curves are bigger, and I cannot wait to let you have your way with me when you get back!"

I had gone half a month without a woman, and honestly, I was going out of my mind with desire. I could not stand another night of staring at a phone screen without being able to touch her.

Fortunately, the client on this job was easygoing. We closed the deal quickly, ahead of schedule. Knowing how homesick I was, my supervisor let me head home early.

I immediately booked a red-eye flight and landed in the middle of the night. I did not tell Aria I was back early, wanting to slip inside and give her the surprise of a lifetime.

The bedroom door was cracked open, pitch black inside. It looked like she was already fast asleep.

I crept into the room on tiptoe without switching on the light. Lunging onto the mattress, I pulled the sleeping woman into my arms.

She was sleeping soundly, legs pressed tight together. It seemed she had been just as starved for touch as I was.

Eagerly, my hands wandered all over her body. Her Pilates routine had clearly worked wonders over the last two weeks.

Her chest felt significantly fuller, her waist was tiny, and her hips were perkier than ever.

Her smooth, toned thighs felt incredible against my palms. Just stroking them was pure ecstasy.

She was even wearing a new silk slip that slid effortlessly against her skin, accentuating every soft curve.

The darkness made my senses hyperactive. Caressing her through the smooth silk drove my body heat through the roof.

"Babe, you really know how to please me now. I love this new nightgown."

I was practically bursting after two weeks of holding back. Tonight, I was ready to reclaim the wild passion of our youth.

I eagerly pushed down the straps of her nightgown, ripped off my own shirt, and rolled on top of her.

Only when my weight pressed down on her did she finally react, pushing weakly against my chest. "Aria, stop playing around."

In my lust-crazed state, I did not catch on that the voice did not belong to my wife. I yanked her silk slip down further, kicked off my pants, and pinned her down.

It was not until the woman let out a startled shriek that reality hit me like a bucket of ice water. This was not my wife!

Panicking, I jumped off the bed like I had been electrocuted, barely holding onto my clothes. I looked around the room in a daze. Had I walked into the wrong house?

That was impossible. This was definitely my home.

With a trembling hand, I flipped on the bedside lamp. Sitting on the mattress, flushed red in a revealing silk nightgown, was my wife's older sister, Corinne.

Our eyes met, and the air froze with unbearable awkwardness. Realizing I had just grovelled and groped my own sister-in-law, I wished the floor would swallow me whole.

Yet, thinking about it, was it really my fault? Why the hell was she sleeping in my master bedroom?

"Corinne? What are you doing in our bed?"

Swallowing hard, I cautiously sat on the edge of the mattress. I needed to clear this up immediately. She was the one in my bed, but if she ran to Aria claiming I assaulted her, my life would be ruined.

"I came over to hang out with Aria," Corinne whispered, biting her lower lip with a look of pure vulnerability. "She said the guest room was not made up. Since you were away, she told me to sleep with her. Who knew you would come home out of nowhere?"

Her face was bright red, yet her gaze kept drifting downward between my legs.

Being stared at like that made me extremely self-conscious. I pulled up my boxers, grabbed my shirt, and threw it on.

"Let us just pretend this never happened," I said quickly. "If Aria finds out, she will definitely get the wrong idea."

Corinne nodded softly. As I caught sight of her bare, glowing shoulders, a strange wave of regret washed over me.

I still remembered the first time I met her before marrying Aria. Her hourglass figure and stunning face had left me speechless. She had the sultry charm of an exotic movie star, dripping with raw, mature femininity.

Aria had told me Corinne was a professional dance instructor. Her slender waist and sculpted hips had haunted my fantasies for days after our first meeting.

What red-blooded man could look at a woman like that without a flicker of temptation?

Back then, a shameful thought had crossed my mind: having a woman like her just once would make life complete.

Of course, she had been married at the time, and my relationship with Aria was steady, so I buried those wicked thoughts deep inside.

Over the years, as my love for Aria grew, I never dared to let my mind wander again.

Corinne had lived a turbulent life despite her gorgeous looks. Not long ago, she caught her ex-husband cheating and got divorced, remaining single ever since.

If only I had not turned on the lights and let the misunderstanding play out...

Shaking my head, I forced the dark thoughts away. Now that we were both fully awake, I had to keep my mouth shut.