Old Habits Rub Hard

Kelsey Kane's rubbing down clients all day when bam—Charles Dera struts in like he owns the place. Old flame from that wild affair they had behind his wife's back. She drags him into a private room, eyes flashing. 'What the hell are you doing here?' she snaps. He grins, all smooth. 'Can't get you out of my head, babe.' She plays tough, crossing her arms, but damn if her cheeks don't flush. Truth is, she's been replaying their hot nights on loop too. He lays on the charm thick, whispering how he dreams of her touch, how no one's lit him up like she did. Kelsey's resolve cracks like cheap glass. Fine, she thinks—nuru massage it is, all slippery and legit-looking. Perfect smokescreen for their dirty little reunion. No way she's letting the boss catch wind of this chat. Clothes hit the floor fast. Naked as the day they were born, bodies sliding together under that gel. Boom—they're magnets, pulling hard. Lips crash, hands roam, and just like that, they're diving back into the fire they never really escaped.