Megan had always been the type to crave excitement. With her long, flowing blonde hair, toned body, and sultry green eyes, she turned heads wherever she went. She loved Carl—at least, she thought she did. He was safe, dependable, and treated her like a queen. But something inside her craved danger, something raw and forbidden.

That’s when she met Mark.

Mark was an old beggar who lingered near the park, his rugged, wrinkled face telling stories of a life lived hard. His body, though weathered, still had a certain strength to it. Megan often passed him while jogging, and though she should have ignored him, there was something about his deep, knowing eyes that unsettled and intrigued her.

One evening, she slowed down near the bench where he always sat. The air was thick with tension.

“You always look at me like that,” she said, her voice low and teasing.

Mark chuckled, his voice rough. “And you always come running by like you want me to.”

Megan shivered, a forbidden heat pooling between her legs. She shouldn’t want this. She shouldn’t be talking to this man, but the thrill of it was intoxicating.

“You think I want you?” she challenged, stepping closer.

Mark’s gaze traveled down her sweat-slicked body, the thin sports bra and tight leggings leaving little to the imagination. “I know you do.”

Her breath hitched. Carl would be waiting for her at home, expecting her usual routine. But tonight, she wanted something else. Something primal.

Mark stood, towering over her. The scent of the earth and masculinity surrounded her as he reached out, his rough fingers brushing against her hip. “You sure about this, princess?”

Megan’s pulse pounded as she grabbed his hand and led him into the shadows behind the trees…