Ross had barely done anything—just a few minutes of slow, deliberate kissing—and yet Kristine was already wet, her body fully awakened under his expert touch.
He stopped, his lips parting from hers, and looked her in the eye with a teasing smile playing across his face.
"I did my best earlier," he said, voice low and smug. "You came so hard, so many times, I'm pretty sure your soul left your body. Now it's your turn, Kristine… show me what you've got."
His words sent a pulse through her. A challenge wrapped in heat.
Kristine froze, caught off guard by his bold demand. She hesitated, her breath hitching as she took in his expression—confident, expectant, and completely in control.
Her thoughts fluttered for a moment, and she remembered her husband.
The man she'd vowed herself to. The man she had once loved.
But then her hand instinctively moved to her belly.
Ross had already come inside her.
She was likely pregnant now—carrying his child, not Colton's.
