Coveted (Cuckolded by My Curvy Hotwife)

Rattle. Buzz.

Kaine reached over to his cell phone with a loud groan, though his eyes widened in surprise at the image that greeted him. Her name was Mila: a real woman. Voluptuous breasts, wide hips, curves in all of the right places. Kaine's skin surged with desire as he thought of the love he could show her if she wasn't married to the other person in the picture, his cousin Gregory.

Kaine would have treated Mila the way she was meant to be treated. He wouldn't neglect her like his trust fund baby cousin.

With a heavy sigh, he swiped opened his phone to peruse the litany of texts from his cousin. After the first few garbled messages—evidence that his cousin was, as usual, inebriated—Kaine's jaw dropped.

"I want u to sleep with Mila. Please."

That got his attention. Drunk text or not, the message made his mind race with possibilities. But he had to play it cool. No calling his secretary in the middle of the night to make an appointment, no heat of the moment e-mails. He would go to the office, sit down, pretend to look at personnel reports, then send for Mila directly.

There were perks to owning the hotel where Gregory and Mila were employees. It was time to put them to work.