Neville never imagined his boss would take one look at the photo of his gorgeous twenty-two-year-old wife and see the perfect solution to his son's prom-night disaster. But when powerful CEO James Carver offers a life-changing promotion in exchange for one harmless favor - letting Aspen pretend to be his eighteen-year-old son Braxton's date - Neville finds himself agreeing before he can stop himself.
Aspen is stunned. Married less than a year, she's supposed to play the doting high-school girlfriend for one night? Yet the more Neville describes the plan - and the more he admits how the twisted idea turns him on - the hotter the idea becomes. With Neville secretly riding along as their uniformed limo driver, they convince themselves nothing real can happen. Just arm candy. Just pictures. Just one slow dance.
They're wrong. From the moment Aspen steps out in her tight sapphire-blue prom dress, every eye at the Harrington Estate is on her - and Braxton wastes no time claiming what he believes is his. Hands roam. Drinks flow. A little spiked punch and a shared joint melt Aspen's resistance into something far more dangerous. What starts as innocent grinding on the dance floor quickly spirals into stolen moments in moonlit gazebos, where Braxton's friends join the fun, passing the willing blonde wife between them like a filthy secret.
An older chaperone gets his turn. And when the night should be over, James Carver himself climbs into the back of the limo for a very personal "thank you" that leaves Aspen begging for more. Hidden in the shadows, Neville watches every gasp, every thrust, every shuddering orgasm - his jealousy burning white-hot while his cock stays painfully hard. By the time the limo pulls away from the Carver mansion, Aspen is naked, dripping, and utterly ruined.
and her husband has never wanted her more. Back home, the reclaiming is raw, desperate, and soaked in the evidence of her night of sin. But the morning after reveals the truth: one night was never going to be enough. Three months later, Neville's new manager title gleams on his chest while Aspen slips into his boss's office for another "quick meeting." The sounds of her eager moans drift through the door, and Neville simply smiles, already aching for the next time he gets to watch his beautiful wife become someone else's perfect prom date.
or whatever else James Carver decides she should be.
Neville never imagined his boss would take one look at the photo of his gorgeous twenty-two-year-old wife and see the perfect solution to his son's prom-night disaster. But when powerful CEO James Carver offers a life-changing promotion in exchange for one harmless favor - letting Aspen pretend to be his eighteen-year-old son Braxton's date - Neville finds himself agreeing before he can stop himself.
Aspen is stunned. Married less than a year, she's supposed to play the doting high-school girlfriend for one night? Yet the more Neville describes the plan - and the more he admits how the twisted idea turns him on - the hotter the idea becomes. With Neville secretly riding along as their uniformed limo driver, they convince themselves nothing real can happen. Just arm candy. Just pictures. Just one slow dance.
They're wrong. From the moment Aspen steps out in her tight sapphire-blue prom dress, every eye at the Harrington Estate is on her - and Braxton wastes no time claiming what he believes is his. Hands roam. Drinks flow. A little spiked punch and a shared joint melt Aspen's resistance into something far more dangerous. What starts as innocent grinding on the dance floor quickly spirals into stolen moments in moonlit gazebos, where Braxton's friends join the fun, passing the willing blonde wife between them like a filthy secret.
An older chaperone gets his turn. And when the night should be over, James Carver himself climbs into the back of the limo for a very personal "thank you" that leaves Aspen begging for more. Hidden in the shadows, Neville watches every gasp, every thrust, every shuddering orgasm - his jealousy burning white-hot while his cock stays painfully hard. By the time the limo pulls away from the Carver mansion, Aspen is naked, dripping, and utterly ruined.
and her husband has never wanted her more. Back home, the reclaiming is raw, desperate, and soaked in the evidence of her night of sin. But the morning after reveals the truth: one night was never going to be enough. Three months later, Neville's new manager title gleams on his chest while Aspen slips into his boss's office for another "quick meeting." The sounds of her eager moans drift through the door, and Neville simply smiles, already aching for the next time he gets to watch his beautiful wife become someone else's perfect prom date.
or whatever else James Carver decides she should be.
