Chapter 1
Lindsay Collins and her husband Jonathan has been married for 3 years, she's 35 and he's 36. He is a successful lawyer in the lower East side of New York City.
But here lately Lindsay feels there is no spark left between them. Like something is missing from their sex life. She loves Jonathan more than anything, but she is getting bored.
His style between the sheets is very vanilla. Lindsay wants more. She has tried countless occasions to have a conversation with him, but it falls on deaf ears.
She fears it will be the end of her marriage if they don't do something to change it soon. Her only options at this point are marriage counseling, or divorce.
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The Collins house.
Lindsey's POV
My husband Jonathan and I have been married for three years. We live in a beautiful two-story brick House in a quiet neighborhood, in New York City.
My husband is currently at work working on his latest case. His younger brother, Shane Collins is supposed to be flying in from California next week.
I I was thirty-two when Jonathan and I got married and he was thirty-three. We had an outdoor wedding, in his parents backyard. I haven't seen his brother since then.
It wasn't anything really small but not very big either.
Both of our families get along Great with each other, so that was a bonus.
I had long black hair almond shaped eyes, tan skin and a curvy waist
My breast weren't small size d, to be exact.
I had just finished the laundry when my phone rang.
××××××××××××phone conversation×××××××××××××××
"Hello." I spoke when I answered the phone. "Hey, babe." Jonathan said in that sweet, endearing Manor that he always had since we were dating.
"Oh. Hey, sweetie! What's up?" I question him.
"Nothing major. I just wanted to tell you that instead of my brother coming in next week, he caught a flight to New York today."
Jonathan announced suddenly. "Oh! That's great! What time does his flight get in?" I questioned my husband, curiously.
"He should be there in...." Jonathan began saying but we were cut off by the doorbell ringing, suddenly. "Hold on a second baby, someone is at the door." I informed him.
"Okay, see you when I get home."
*End of phone call.*
He said before we ended the call. That's the other thing, we used to say 'I love you,' every time we would end a phone call with each other. But now it's fewer and far between.
As I opened the front door my breath got stuck in my throat. Standing in front of me was one of the most gorgeous men that I have ever seen in my life!
He looked about 5'11, complete opposite to Jonathan's 6 ft.
He had curly brown hair whereas Jonathan had short blonde hair. He also had chocolate brown eyes, opposite to Jonathan's ocean blue ones.
Their skin tones we're also different, Jonathan had a lighter, almost pale skin tone.
This guy was also slightly more muscular then Jonathan.
"Hey, lindsey. Long time no see!" He said with a casual smile on his face. "Oh! Hey, Shane. Yeah, it has been a long time." I agreed with him.
He reached out to hug me, my size d breast pressing up against his rock hard chest. Making the hug a little awkward.
Especially, considering I was wearing a black tube top and purple workout pants.
"Let's put your bag by the couch for now, and I will go and set up the guest room for you." I told shane. The way the living room was set up. There was the tan couch, with brown and green throw pillows and a throw blanket over the back of it. There was a small coffee table in the center of the room, the staircase was behind the count, across from the front door.
And last but not least a 40-in flat screen mounted to the wall across from the couch.
We live in a four bedroom house. Our room which was the master, had it's on bathroom inside as well as a walk-in closet.
Then there were two guest rooms one across from our bedroom, the other two doors down. The door closest to our room was Jonathan's home office, which he rarely used.
I picked the one across from our bedroom luckily, they both have locks on them. So that way whoever is staying with us has more privacy.
The room was a fairly large room: the walls were painted a light gray color. There was a queen size bed in the center of the room.
Alongside that, there was a small Oak side table where a lamp, an alarm clock, and television remote rested.
This room also had its own bathroom and walk-in closet.
I made the bed, making sure that Shane had clean sheets. Looking in the bathroom, I also made sure that he had clean towels, in case he wanted to take a shower.
I walk back downstairs seeing him sitting on the couch looking at his phone.
"The guest room is now ready if you want to put your stuff in there." I informed him as I went back to folding laundry, putting it away once I was done.
"Thanks, Lynn. I appreciate you and my brother letting me stay here." Shane said with his usual charming smile plastered on his face.
I couldn't understand why exactly, but seeing that smile made my heart race a little faster than usual. I could even feel a little moisture developing between my thighs.
Dear god I'm in trouble, aren't I?
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