It had been a week since I met Mason. I’d thought about him, sure, but I hadn’t touched my phone to text him. I was standing under the hot spray of our walk-in shower when the glass door slid open. This shower was a good size, a proper wet room we had installed last year. It used to be our playground. We must have fucked in there a hundred times, slippery and wild against the tiles, the water drowning out our noise. To my...

The sun was creeping through the blinds and landing on the bed covers. I wasn't looking at the morning light, though. I was watching Ethan sleep. He looked peaceful. Even when he was asleep, he looked handsome. He had a sleeve of tattoos running down his arm, a mix of old school roses and tribal patterns. At twenty-seven, he was a proper lad. He usually had so much confidence, the kind you get from climbing cell towers fo...

I’d just stepped through the front door of our little semi-detached, the adrenaline-laced buzz from a successful meeting with a new client still faintly vibrating in my chest. I run my own graphic design business from home, which usually means jeans and a messy bun, but today demanded a professional look. I was dressed to impress the client, yes, but also Hamish, my husband. I locked the door, letting the weight of the da...