"Ah—"
Trinity gasped, startled by the sudden impact. She took a step back, but in her flustered state, she lost her footing. The world tilted, gravity pulling her down—
But Ross moved fast.
Before she could fall, his strong arms wrapped around her, catching her with ease.
She was trapped.
Held firmly in his grasp, her body flush against his, her breath stolen by the sheer warmth radiating from him.
Her head spun.
His scent—clean, fresh, yet so distinctly masculine—filled her senses, drowning her in sothing dangerously addictive.
Her hands pressed against his chest instinctively, feeling the solid wall of muscle beneath her fingertips.
Their faces were close—too close.
Inches apart.
Ross's eyes flickered with concern. "Are you okay, Trinity?"
His voice was softer now, more intimate, laced with sothing unreadable.
He was about to pull away, to straighten her up and step back.
But Trinity—
She had a mind of her own. Or at least her body has.
Before she could stop herself—before logic could kick in and remind her of the consequences—she acted on impulse.
She kissed him.
"Mmnn…"
Her lips pressed against his, soft, warm, hesitant yet eager all at once.
She felt the briefest mont of hesitation from Ross—a pause, a flicker of surprise—before the tension between them exploded.
Heat surged through her as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing even closer against his.
The years of distance, of buried feelings, of unspoken desires—all of it unraveled in that single, stolen mont.
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He didn't pull away.
His hands, once ant to steady her, tightened around her waist.
Trinity's mind went blank.
It was happening again.
Just like before.
And this ti—
She didn't want to stop.
They kissed for a long ti, standing by the bed where Robert lay fast asleep.
He could have woken up and seen them, but in that mont, Trinity didn't care.
She was lost—lost in the warmth of Ross's lips, in the way his hands held her as if she was sothing precious.
She kissed him with everything she had, with every suppressed longing and unspoken desire that had built up inside her for years.
When they finally pulled apart, Ross didn't let go. His breath was warm against her cheek as he whispered, "What was that?"
Trinity's heart pounded against her ribs. The weight of what she had just done ca crashing down on her, and she took a shaky step back. "That was a mistake. I'm sorry."
A mistake. That was what she had to call it, wasn't it? What else could she say?
That she had been aching for this? That the mont his lips touched hers, she had felt alive in a way she hadn't in years?
She tried to pull away, but Ross's grip tightened. He wasn't letting her go—not when she had fallen so perfectly into his hands.
He had planned this mont, orchestrated it carefully, and now that he had her right where he wanted, he wasn't about to let her slip away.
"Tell , Trinity," he murmured, his voice softer now, coaxing, persuasive. "What's wrong?"
That simple question undid her.
She was lonely. So unbearably lonely. Her husband—her once vibrant, strong husband—was no longer the man he used to be.
His body had failed him, his desire for her all but gone.
She had spent so many nights lying beside him, untouched, unfulfilled, pretending she was content when, in truth, she was starving for sothing more.
Robert's cock just wouldn't stand up anymore no matter how hard they tried.
And tonight, she had almost given in. Almost crossed that final line.
But even now, standing in Ross's arms, feeling the heat of his body pressed against hers, she couldn't bring herself to admit everything.
She couldn't tell him about the past—about how, years ago, he had ruined her for any other man.
About how she had never forgotten the way he had once made her feel, how no one—not even her husband—had ever compared.
Her fingers curled into fists at her sides as she forced herself to take a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Ross," she whispered, her voice barely steady. "You should go."
But the way Ross looked at her, the way his grip remained firm, told her he had no intention of leaving.
Ross stepped closer, his voice smooth, coaxing. "What if I help you, Trinity?"
Trinity's breath caught in her throat, her body stiffening at his words.
She knew exactly what he ant, and for a mont, the temptation was almost too much to bear.
But she shook her head, trying to suppress the heat pooling in her belly.
"No. It wouldn't be right," she said firmly, though even she could hear the slight tremble in her voice. "You have my daughters as your wives. Hazel and Althea won't like it at all."
Ross let out a low chuckle, his confidence unwavering.
"I beg to differ," he murmured.
"My family, my relationships—they're far from normal. I have many wives, Trinity, and I take care of them. I cherish them. I satisfy them." He leaned in just enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath against her skin.
"I can do the sa for you."
Trinity's heart pounded as she turned away, her gaze landing on her husband. Robert lay fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in peaceful oblivion.
He had no idea what was happening right beside him—no idea how close his wife was to making a decision she could never take back.
She swallowed hard. "What about my husband?" she whispered, barely able to say the words aloud.
Ross smirked. "What about him?" he countered smoothly. "Nothing has to change between you two. He doesn't need to know." His fingers trailed lightly over her arm, sending a shiver down her spine.
"But let's face it, Trinity—his body has failed him. He can't satisfy you anymore." His voice dropped lower, seductive, unwavering.
"I can."
Trinity squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would drown out his words, as if it would silence the undeniable truth pressing against her from every direction.
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