Sophia's POV
Damn. Damn. Damn.
The black lace corset felt like it was burning in my hands as I clutched it against my chest, my heart hammering so hard I was sure the entire house could hear it. I pressed my back against my bedroom door, trying to catch my breath.
God, Emily, I really don't know what to say.
The memory of Emily's knowing smile when she'd handed me this "gift" made my cheeks burn hotter. She'd been so casual about it, like passing along lingerie designed to seduce your husband was just another friendly suggestion. Like buying coffee or recommending a good book.
"Trust me," she'd said with that conspiratorial wink. "Sometimes men need a little visual encouragement. Even the most... traditional marriages can benefit from some creative inspiration."
At the time, it had s
