Forbidden Open House

Chapter 1: The Seductive Showing

The summer heat clung to the small town like a lover’s desperate embrace, and Keith felt every bead of sweat trickle down his neck as he pulled into the driveway of the vacant colonial-style home. He was back in town for a fleeting vacation, but the call from Lora Heatherly—his best friend’s wife and the sharpest real estate agent around—had set his pulse racing. Her voice on the phone, low and dripping with suggestion, had been a siren’s song. ‘Meet me at 3 PM. I’ve got something... special to show you,’ she’d purred, and Keith knew damn well it wasn’t just crown molding.

Stepping out of his car, he spotted Lora waiting at the front door, her tailored blazer hugging her curves like it was painted on, her skirt just short enough to tease. Her hazel eyes glinted with mischief as she smirked, twirling a keyring around her finger. ‘Took you long enough, stranger,’ she teased, her voice a velvet blade. ‘Thought you’d forgotten how to find your way around.’

Keith grinned, closing the distance between them. ‘Oh, I remember plenty, Lora. Especially the paths worth taking.’ His tone matched hers, sharp and loaded, as he followed her inside. The door clicked shut behind them, the empty house echoing with unspoken promises.

She led him through the foyer, her heels clicking on the hardwood, but the tour was a sham from the start. Halfway through the living room, Lora spun on her heel, her gaze locking with his. ‘Let’s cut the bullshit, Keith. I didn’t call you here to talk square footage.’ Her words were a challenge, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she stepped closer, her breath hot against his jaw.

‘Good,’ he shot back, his voice rough with want. ‘Because I’m not here to play house.’ In an instant, their mouths crashed together, a hungry, desperate kiss that tasted of forbidden fruit. Her hands were everywhere—tugging at his shirt, nails grazing his skin—while his gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. The heat between them was electric, a storm ready to break.

Lora’s lips trailed down his neck, her teeth nipping just hard enough to make him hiss. ‘You’ve been gone too long,’ she murmured, her voice a sultry growl as she sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. ‘Let me remind you what you’ve been missing.’ Her fingers deftly worked his belt, the sound of the buckle clinking like a starting gun. Keith’s breath hitched, his anticipation building as she freed him, her gaze hungry and unapologetic.

‘Damn, Lora,’ he rasped, his hands tangling in her hair. ‘You don’t play fair.’

She smirked up at him, her tongue flicking out teasingly. ‘Never have, never will.’ And with that, she took him in, her mouth hot and demanding, sending a jolt through his entire body. The empty house swallowed his low groan, the tension coiling tighter with every move she made. This was no timid affair—Lora was in control, and she knew exactly how to drive him to the edge.

But Keith wasn’t about to let her have all the power. Not yet. His grip tightened, pulling her up to meet his lips again, tasting himself on her. ‘My turn,’ he growled, his hands sliding under her skirt, fingers brushing against the heat already waiting for him. Her sharp intake of breath was music to his ears as he pushed her back against the wall, the game of dominance shifting with every heated touch. The storm was about to break, and neither of them was backing down.