I’m in the kitchen, trying to catch my breath from the pool party, when my husband’s best friend—that man who always gets his way—slips in behind me, his eyes dark with intent, catching me off guard. I’ve noticed his hungry gaze lately, probably dying to fuck me, but I never thought he’d try, not with everyone so close—his hands grip my waist, lips brushing my neck, and I try to keep my defenses up, whispering a shaky warning. I really shouldn’t… my husband’s desperate to get me pregnant right now, and this wouldn’t help—or would it.....