Sophie still tasted her husband's cum in her mouth, a memory of what she’d just witnessed as she climbed into her car, her pulse steady, her hands calm on the steering wheel. Not shock. Not anger. Just a strange, electric satisfaction curling low in her stomach. Carly. Of course it was Carly. Her little sister—beautiful, bold, and reckless—had been circling Tyler for years. The way she dressed when he was around, the way...

The Fever Carly shouldn’t be here. That thought flickered, but it didn’t stop her as she crawled onto her sister’s bed, face buried in his pillow, inhaling the scent of his skin. Laundry detergent and the faint musk of his cologne—soaked through with him. Her hips already rocked against the sheets, body betraying her as her fingers slid under the waistband of her thong. She imagined his weight pressing down, his voice in...