Seijirou's strong hands gripped Aiko's shoulders, guiding her backward with a firm push until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed.
She tumbled onto the soft mattress, her bathrobe loosening slightly from the fall, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her full breasts.
He loomed over her, his muscular frame casting a shadow in the dim lamplight of her bedroom, eyes dark with raw hunger as he climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips to pin her in place.
Aiko's heart pounded in her chest, a whirlwind of emotions crashing through her—guilt twisting like a knife in her gut as she thought of Suzune, her sweet daughter who adored this very man with innocent, wide-eyed love.
How could she do this? Betray her own flesh and blood by spreading her legs for Seijirou once again, letting him claim her body once more while Suzune slept soundly on another room, oblivious to the forbidden heat building between her mother and the man she loves?
