Last night

Carina hid her face deep in her pillow as the reality of the situation hit her like a freight train.

She slept with her husband.

Not once. Not twice. At least three times. Too much to call it a crazy mistake. And too intense to write it down as a one-night stand.

Oh my God, she would never be able to keep her hands away from him again.

She groaned and forced herself to look at the situation with some neutrality. But it was hard to do that when her thighs ached and the taste of sex was still clinging to the sheets. She could still taste his taste on her tongue, still feel the imprint of his fingers on her body. How could she expect to come forward and pretend last night didn't matter?

She can't. So she needed a new plan.

Why not keep things the way they are?

She sighed deeply and tried to analyze her feelings with the coldness of a surgeon making the first cut. Yes, the agreement explicitly states no sex, but it is supposed to protect both of them from switching to another partner. Wha