While He Watches

Lexi Luna's got that wicked grin when she slides those balloons into Reagan Foxx's hands. The real gift comes inside a birthday card—Reagan's husband wrote it himself. Permission. No strings, no questions, just a green light to do what the two of them never finished back in college. Reagan's throat tightens, her pulse kicks. She can already feel the heat behind Lexi's eyes. Ken watches from his corner chair, hungry, quiet. Lexi returns in nothing but black lace that barely covers the curves she's about to offer. She steps in close, lips brushing Reagan's ear, and the night opens like a blade.