The music pulsed through Elena’s body as she leaned back against the bar, her eyes scanning the crowded club. She wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, just someone who could distract her for the night. Someone who could offer the kind of thrill she craved—something fleeting, something dangerous.

The club was packed, a haze of smoke and flashing lights. People danced like they had nothing to lose, bodies moving together in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Elena liked it that way, losing herself in the chaos, in the anonymity of it all. Tonight, she didn’t care about who she was or where she came from. Tonight, she just wanted to forget.

She sipped her drink, the liquid burning as it went down, warming her from the inside out. That’s when she saw him.

He was sitting at a table in the corner, his eyes scanning the crowd in a way that felt oddly familiar. Tall, dark, and wearing a fitted shirt that hinted at the muscles beneath, he exuded confidence and control. Elena noticed the wedding ring on his hand, but that only made her more interested. She wasn’t looking for commitment, and a married man had no right to ask for more than she was willing to give.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them looked away. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, but Elena didn’t flinch. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, giving him a small, suggestive smile before turning back to her drink. She wasn’t going to chase him. If he wanted her, he would come to her.

It didn’t take long.

“Mind if I sit?” His voice was deep, smooth, laced with just enough charm to make her curious. He was close now, close enough that she could smell the faint hint of his cologne, a rich scent that made her pulse quicken.

Elena looked up, her lips curving into a slow smile. “Be my guest.”

He took the seat beside her, leaning in just enough so their knees brushed under the bar. The heat of his body was palpable, and Elena liked the way it made her skin tingle. They exchanged small talk—names, the basics—but neither of them was really paying attention to what the other was saying. They both knew what this was about.

She noticed how his eyes kept drifting to her lips, to the way her dress hugged her curves. He wasn’t being subtle, but then again, neither was she.

“Michael,” he said at last, introducing himself.

“Elena,” she replied, her voice low, almost a purr.

Their conversation didn’t last long. It didn’t need to. The tension between them was thick, electric, and it wasn’t long before Michael’s hand slid up her thigh under the bar, his fingers brushing the hem of her dress. Elena shivered at the touch, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Michael didn’t hesitate. He stood, offering his hand, and Elena took it without a second thought.

They barely made it to the hotel before they were all over each other. The elevator ride was a blur of stolen kisses and roaming hands, Michael’s fingers slipping under her dress as he pressed her against the wall, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss. Elena’s heart raced, her body burning with anticipation as she let herself get lost in the moment.

By the time they stumbled into the hotel room, they were both breathless, their clothes half undone. Michael’s mouth was on her neck, his hands everywhere as he pushed her against the door, his hips grinding against hers.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough, filled with need.

Elena smirked, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. “I’m not here for promises, Michael.”

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Their clothes hit the floor in a flurry, and Michael’s lips were on hers again, his hands gripping her waist as he led her toward the bed. Elena’s back hit the mattress, and she pulled him down on top of her, her legs wrapping around his hips as she arched up to meet him.

The heat between them was undeniable, the tension building as they moved together in a frantic rhythm. Elena reveled in the feeling of his body pressed against hers, the way his hands explored every inch of her skin, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

Michael groaned as Elena’s nails raked down his back, her hips rolling against his in perfect time. Their connection was intense, almost primal, and neither of them held back.

For a moment, everything else disappeared—the guilt, the consequences, the fact that he had a wife waiting for him at home. None of it mattered. Not in that moment.

All that existed was the way their bodies fit together, the way their movements became more desperate, more frenzied, as they chased that inevitable high. It was fast, raw, and exhilarating, and Elena had no regrets.

As they reached their peak, the world around them seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing and the sensation of skin against skin. Elena bit her lip to keep from crying out, her fingers gripping the sheets as Michael’s body tensed above her.

And then it was over, the intensity fading as they collapsed onto the bed, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

For a few moments, neither of them spoke, the weight of what they had just done hanging in the air. Michael lay beside her, his chest rising and falling with the effort of catching his breath, and Elena stared up at the ceiling, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“You’re something else,” he said finally, his voice low, almost reverent.

Elena turned her head to look at him, her expression unreadable. “I told you from the start—I’m not looking for more. This is just for tonight.”

Michael nodded, but Elena could see the conflict in his eyes. He wasn’t used to being the one left wanting more, but that was exactly how it was going to be.

She stood, gathering her clothes and slipping them back on, her movements slow and deliberate. Michael watched her, but didn’t say anything, his fingers brushing against his wedding ring.

Elena walked toward the door, turning back to give him one last look. “This stays between us,” she said softly, her voice holding a hint of warning. “ I'm your dirty little secret now.”

And with that, she left him behind, the thrill of the night still buzzing in her veins. She knew she’d see him again. He wouldn’t be able to resist.