Marissa Blake, 44, was a recently divorced interior designer—rich, classy, and desperately horny. She had the house, the curves, and a vibrator collection that deserved its own drawer. But after a decade with a cold husband, nothing quite satisfied her.
Until Jalen showed up.
He was 22. A friend of her son's, but older, darker, taller. Fresh out of college and looking for a place to stay while job hunting. Marissa offered her spare room out of kindness.
But when he walked in with deep brown skin, a slow grin, and a third leg bulging through his jeans, kindness turned to craving.
Jalen noticed her stares. Her tight dresses. Her subtle licks of the lips when he'd walk around shirtless after his morning showers.
She swore she'd behave.
But the moment she saw that print bouncing as he jogged up the stairs—thick, heavy, impossible to miss—the fantasy became obsession.
She wanted him.
And she was going to make sure he wanted her too.
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