Mom-Night Stand

Katie Morgan's been a married woman for seven days and already she's got a college girl between her legs. Morgan Rain, barely legal and built like trouble, doesn't care that Katie's wearing another man's ring. Different worlds, different crowds—fuck and forget, that's the plan. Then her new husband smiles and says, 'Meet my daughter from my first marriage.' Morgan walks through the door and the air leaves the room. Katie's stomach drops, but her pulse kicks up. The girl smells like the same perfume, stands the same way that dared Katie the first time. Morgan keeps the game going—brush of fingers, quick smirk, corner-of-the-mouth little jokes that only Katie understands. Katie swears she's done. She hides in the kitchen, rearranges magnets on the fridge. Morgan corners her by the pantry, pushes the cotton shirt up, warm mouth closing over a nipple like she owns it. Katie's knees shake. Every reason she had burns off in that second. Later the sheets are twisted and Katie's tongue is back where it shouldn't be, tasting salt and heat and the sound Morgan makes when she comes. One night turned into a habit before either of them bothered to name it.