Steamy Things In Xander's Room

Zara's POV

“Aha…” I let out a low moan when my husband shoved the tip of his manhood bulging under his pants in between my buttocks.

I breathed heavily against the wall I was caged with, my front squeezed to the wall while Xander was on my back. My breaths were loud enough, the more Xander was getting harder. Why was he all of a sudden growing horny?

My shoulder blades rose up when I felt his warm breath with the smell of Tequila Rose blown into my ear.

He whispered in his ravishing voice that made me feel something in my stomach.

“Come on, didn't you hear your husband's order, Zara?” He slurred.

“Strip!” He said in a whisper. I couldn't bear what Xander was making me feel. I felt something like this only with my one-night-stand.

Didn't I despise my husband? Then why the fuck was my body reacting like this?

Suddenly I felt his fingers touching the zipper of my dress. My breath stifled in my throat.

What the fuck? Was he going to strip me?

I immediately turned over my heel, my face tha