The Forbidden Touch: My Husband's Best Friend Awakens My Hidden Desires
The Forbidden Touch: My Husband's Best Friend Awakens My Hidden Desires The Forbidden Touch: My Husband's Best Friend Awakens My Hidden Desires I felt it the moment his fingers brushed mine under the conference table. Just a graze, innocent enough to anyone watching, but my body betrayed me instantly. Heat pooled low in my belly, my thighs pressing together as if to trap the sudden ache between them. Mark—my husband David's best friend since college—sat across from me in the dimly lit boardroom, his eyes locked on the presentation slide like nothing had happened. But I knew. And from the way his jaw tightened when our gazes finally met, he knew too. David and I had been married seven years. Comfortable. Predictable. The kind of marriage where sex happened on Saturdays if neither of us was too tired. Mark had always been around—barbecues, holidays, late-night poker games when David was out of town for work. He'd become family, almost....