Relationships | Sexual healing
Love-Fucking Her Husband’s Best Friend
Riley was in trouble, and Mia knew how to save him
Mia held the kitchen cabinet door, with her back arched, and didn’t mind that Riley still needed to adjust it. She had always admired her husband’s best friend. Her nipples stiffened in her T-shirt, and her panties were getting moist. The jeans and shorts would hide the sign of her pleasure.
Riley was frustrated. “I got to sand this a bit more. Guess I didn’t measure correctly. Damn it.”
“It’s okay.” Mia smiled, brushing her long hair back and trying to lighten his mood.
He huffed. “Hardly. I never had this much trouble fixing something before. My touch is gone.”
His touch? Mia wanted to slide her fingers inside her waistband, but knew that Riley was hurting.
“I’m letting you and Henry down,” he groused.
“No, you’re not.” Mia protested and gave him a comforting glance. Henry was a good husband and wanted Riley to get his construction business going again.
Mia felt Riley’s hurt. He’d been a victim of theft, lost key customers, and his wife had run off with a foreman. A poorly arranged equipment loan put him under. He had grumbled about not…
