Forbidden Feast

**Chapter 1: The Gaze That Burned**

Erin sat across from Jarrod at the dimly lit table of La Rouge, their favorite upscale restaurant, the air thick with the scent of truffle oil and aged wine. Her crimson dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the neckline daringly low, accentuating her full breasts. Jarrod, in his tailored suit, looked every bit the successful architect he was, but tonight, Erin’s attention wasn’t on him. Her emerald eyes kept darting to the bar, where a rugged stranger nursed a whiskey, his broad shoulders and chiseled jawline catching the light just right.

Jarrod noticed. Of course, he did. He leaned forward, his voice a low rumble over the clink of cutlery. 'You’ve barely touched your steak, babe. Something—or someone—catching your eye?'

Erin smirked, not missing a beat, her gaze flicking back to her husband. 'And if there is? What are you gonna do about it, Jarrod? Tell me I can’t look?' Her tone was sharp, challenging, a blade wrapped in velvet.

He chuckled, dark and knowing, sipping his wine. 'Oh, I’d never stop you from looking. Question is, do you wanna do more than look?'

Her lips parted slightly, a flicker of heat in her eyes as she leaned in, her voice dripping with defiance. 'Maybe I do. Maybe I’m tired of playing safe. What’s your move, husband?'

Jarrod’s grin was predatory as he stood, adjusting his tie. 'Watch and learn, darling.' He strode toward the bar with the confidence of a man who always got what he wanted. Erin watched, her pulse quickening, as he leaned in close to the stranger, their conversation too low to hear but the intent clear. The stranger’s eyes flicked to her, a slow, appreciative smirk curling his lips. Her skin prickled with anticipation.

Minutes later, Jarrod returned, his expression smug. 'His name’s Cade. And yes, he’s interested. Very interested. Says he’s got plenty to offer.' Jarrod’s voice dropped, a wicked edge to it. 'I asked if he’s packing, just for you. He didn’t hesitate to confirm.'

Erin’s breath hitched, but she kept her composure, her smile sharp as a knife. 'You’re playing a dangerous game, Jarrod. Sure you can handle the fallout?'

'Oh, I’m counting on it,' he shot back, his eyes glinting with lust and challenge. 'Hotel across the street. Booked a suite while I was at the bar. Let’s see if you can keep up.'

The trio made their way to the hotel, the tension between them electric, a live wire ready to spark. In the elevator, Erin stood between the two men, her body humming with raw, unfiltered desire. Cade’s gaze raked over her, bold and unapologetic. 'You’re trouble, aren’t you?' he murmured, his voice rough like gravel.

'The best kind,' she replied, her chin tilting up, daring him to test her. Jarrod watched, silent but burning, his hands clenched at his sides.

The suite door clicked shut behind them, and the air shifted, heavy with unspoken promises. Erin turned to Cade, her movements deliberate, a predator sizing up her prey. 'Show me what you’ve got,' she commanded, her voice low and fierce. She stepped closer, her fingers brushing his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation, already wet with the thought of what was to come.

Cade’s smirk widened as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a torso carved from stone. 'You don’t waste time, do you?' he teased, his cock already straining against his trousers, hard and ready.

'Not when I see something I want,' Erin fired back, her hands sliding down to his belt, tugging it free with a sharp yank. Jarrod stood by the door, watching, his breath heavy, the heat in his eyes undeniable. The room was charged, the promise of an explosive release hanging in the air as Erin dropped to her knees, her lips curling into a wicked smile, ready to take everything Cade had to offer.