Karl leaned back, his smirk deepening as Rebecca moved with slow, deliberate intent. The dim light flickered against the framed pictures on the wall—images of a life that should have remained untouched. But here she was, swaying, indulging in something neither of them should have entertained.
Her breath was warm against his skin, her fingers trailing over him in a way that spoke of hunger, of an unspoken need that had gone ignored for too long.
"You really enjoy this, don't you?" Karl murmured, his voice edged with amusement.
Rebecca chuckled, pressing closer. "And you don't?"
Karl exhaled through his nose, tilting his head. "Just wondering what would happen if your husband walked in."
Rebecca didn't even hesitate. She leaned in, her lips grazing the shell of his ear as she whispered, "Then I'll just invite him to join. After all, this is just neighborly bonding, isn't it?"