Chapter 2

2.

"You get some sleep. I will head to the guest room," I muttered, turning to leave.

Suddenly, two soft arms wrapped tightly around my waist from behind. Her sultry voice tickled my ear.

"Do not... do not go."

She pressed her soft, firm chest against my back, sending an electric shock straight down my spine. My whole body stiffened.

Did she actually want me?

My mind froze, and Aria's face flashed in my head.

My conscience screamed at me. If Aria found out about this, she would definitely divorce me on the spot.

Closing my eyes, I sighed and gently peeled Corinne's hands away. "Corinne, do not do this. It is way too inappropriate. If Aria finds out, our marriage is over."

Corinne did not seem to care at all. She rolled over, crawling across the sheets toward me like a feline predator.

"What is the big deal between two consenting adults? Aria is not that petty. I am her sister, and she would not blame me."

She pulled me down to sit on the bed. Her nightgown was completely disheveled from my earlier tugging, exposing a swath of pale, silky skin. Her heavy, bedroom eyes locked onto mine.

I had to admit, her figure was undeniably curvier and more intoxicating than my wife's.

Right now, posing seductively on all fours, her long legs swayed gently while her generous cleavage bounced right before my eyes. In that dim light, I could see almost everything.

My throat went dry, my breath hitched, and blood rushed to my head.

What kind of wild pleasure had her ex-husband enjoyed every night with a goddess like this?

Seeing my reaction, Corinne traced her manicured finger slowly in circles along my inner thigh.

"Garrett, you know I recently got divorced," she purred softly. "A woman my age has needs, and the nights are unbearably lonely. But random guys out there are dirty and untrustworthy, so I do not dare fool around."

"I could tell the second you touched me that you are built different. Aria used to brag about how amazing you are in bed, but I never believed her until tonight. Since we are family, why not help me out a little?"

Her fingers crept higher, grazing the edge of my boxers.

The flames of lust threatened to burn away every ounce of my restraint.

They say a woman in her thirties is like a hungry lioness. No wonder she had been staring between my legs; she had no intention of letting me leave tonight.

My moral resolve began to crumble. Missing a chance with a woman this breathtaking felt like a once-in-a-lifetime regret.

Seeing my hesitation, Corinne casually slid the silk nightgown all the way off her shoulders.

What had been partially hidden was now completely laid bare. Her sculpted waist and full curves made my breathing turn ragged.

My self-control shattered completely in front of this shameless temptress. Driven entirely by primal desire, my hand reached out and cupped her softness before my brain could stop me.

Corinne let out a delighted giggle, wrapping her long legs around my hips with an irresistible, sultry purr. "Help me, brother-in-law. Aria will never know."

Under her intoxicating spell, I forgot who she was and who I was married to. Only one thought remained in my pounding head.

If I hold back now, I am not a real man!

I grabbed her waist, determined to teach this reckless woman a lesson she would never forget.

Pinning her beneath me, I hastily stripped off my pants. But Corinne refused to stay passive, flipping us over to straddle my hips, taking full control.

Arching her back, she leaned down between my legs, pressing her chest forward against mine...

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