Frances Bentley’s Struggle To Resist Her Man’s Best Buddy

Frances Bentley arrives at her boyfriend’s apartment late, expecting to find him alone. Instead, the door swings open to reveal him and his best friend sharing a quiet drink, their conversation fading into awkward silence as she steps inside. The air thickens with tension, but Frances can’t look away from the way the man’s sleeves are rolled up, revealing sleeve tattoos that trail down his forearms. A charged glance between them sends a shiver down her spine. The boyfriend excuses himself, leaving her alone with the friend, and in that moment, control slips away. His hands find her waist as he pulls her close, the heat between them building until every sound outside the apartment feels like a threat of discovery. Breathless, she knows they’re almost caught—but neither moves to stop.