The wedding reception was in full swing when Jacquelyn found herself eyeing Dylan, the groom's ruggedly handsome younger brother. She had always been drawn to bad boys, and Dylan seemed to embody everything she found irresistible. Jacquelyn had just gotten divorced and wasn't looking for anything serious; she just wanted to indulge in some forbidden passion.
As the night wore on, Dylan and Jacquelyn found themselves alone in a secluded corner of the dance floor. Dylan leaned in close, and Jacquelyn felt his hot breath on her neck as he whispered, "You know, we really shouldn't be doing this. But damn, you look good tonight."
Jacquelyn felt a thrill of excitement shoot through her body as Dylan's hands explored her curves, and she reached up to run her fingers through his messy brown hair. They were both hesitant at first, but the desire between them grew with each passing moment.
Before long, Dylan had pushed Jacquelyn up against the wall, and their clothes were scattered across the floor. As Dylan kissed her hungrily, Jacquelyn couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they were caught. The fear of getting caught only seemed to heighten the intensity of their encounter.