Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

"That was the best cardio ever," Adam murmured into her ear, his breath still ragged as he slumped over her, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress.

Melanie blinked at the ceiling, still trying to piece her brain back together. Her muscles felt like jelly, her chest was rising and falling in shallow bursts. She could feel every inch of him—every inch—still nestled deep and pulsing with aftershocks inside her.

And this man had the audacity to call it cardio?

She narrowed her eyes, then turned her head slowly to glare at him. His face was buried in the crook of her shoulder, as he tried to catch his breath.

With a little growl, she bit his shoulder—just enough to make him grunt as he let go of more of his weight, burying her deeper into the mattress.

"You almost broke my legs," she hissed, "and you dare to call it cardio? Adam..."

Adam let out a soft, satisfied laugh as he whispered in her ear. "Technically, that means I did it right..."

Melanie scowled at him and bit at his shoulder again, wanting him to roll off, but it was a half-hearted effort at best. He was heavy and warm and comfortable—and he smelled too damn good. She didn’t mind staying like this...

Then she stilled again. She could still feel him throbbing faintly inside her, as he seemed to be gearing up for a second round. She doubted she could take another round... Not when she was still feeling sore inside...