The Wicked Son of a Friend. We Are on Fire

— What are you doing? I’m your mom’s friend! Find yourself a younger girl to dance with.
— I don’t need a girl—his lips almost touch my ear.—I need you. And I want you to dance with me today, not only with me, but also under me.
— No— it slips out of me too quietly and uncertainly.
— Yes, Nika. You don’t want your friend to find out how you reach for her son, do you?
— You won’t dare… — I freeze, hoping it’s just a joke.
— I will, if you don’t do everything the way I say. It’ll be hot. And then I’ll back off.

My husband betrayed me, and the only thing I wanted was to disappear from reality for at least one night.

He’s too young, too bold, and too wicked—and he chose me. There are many reasons not to give in, but the main one leaves no room for excuses: he’s my best friend’s son. One step toward him—and I risk losing the only close person I have. Is a fleeting connection worth the years of friendship? While I’m trying to figure it out, he’s already pressing in, cornering me, leaving me no choice and not thinking about what it will lead to.