"I'm not really hungry anymore," I murmured, squeezing my eyes shut as exhaustion began to wash over me in waves. "But if you want something, go ahead and order." The thought of food made my stomach churn unpleasantly, but the comfort of his presence was enough to make it bearable.

"I think I'll just have some soup," he said, reaching for his phone. "You sure you don't want anything?"

I smiled up at him. "Actually... yeah, that sounds nice." The thought of being clean and relaxing in the warm water together was almost too much to resist. I stood slowly, swaying a little as my legs protested against their recent abuse. "Let's go," he said with a smile, offering me his hand. "It'll feel good."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she watched him tenderly undress Emily, revealing her small, pale body beneath the thin dress. It was then that she realized what he intended; he wanted them both. And she wanted it too. Her heart raced with desire and anticipation, her fingers trembling with the need to touch him, feel his skin against hers.

Slowly, she knelt beside the couch, careful not to make any sudden movements that might startle Emily awake.

As she knelt beside the couch, her gaze fixed on Joe's hands as they caressed Emily's body. The innocent girl moaned softly in her sleep, unaware of the desire building within Lynn for her husband. She watched his fingers dip between Emily's legs, feeling a rush of heat spread through her own core as he touched their guest intimately.

Her breath hitched in anticipation; she wanted to feel that same touch, wanted it to be aimed at her instead.