My husband has an identical twin brother.

Forget me. Their own parents can't tell them apart.

Three years of marriage, and Logan has been perfect. Devoted, patient, bends over backwards for me. I could not name a single real flaw in that man.

Except one.

He and his brother like to swap lives, just to see if anyone notices.

And the day I figured that out, I was already sitting on his brother's lap, two minutes from crossing a line I could not uncross.

Lucas Grant, my husband's older brother, had just rolled back into town. He had been fighting with his wife again, and he'd shown up at our place to drink it off with Logan Grant.

"You don't even know, man," he was saying. "Marrying her was like losing my mind. Before the wedding she never let me see her without makeup. I thought she was just shy. Then I finally see her without it, and I swear to you, I couldn't even get it up."

He finished the glass and turned his head toward me. He was already a few drinks in and his tone had slipped past polite.

"You’re the lucky one, little brother. Look at your wife–naturally beautiful. Compared to her, the one I married… it’s like night and day."

Back in school, Lucas and Logan were the kind of guys everyone noticed. For a long time, I thought marrying Logan was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. Now, with Lucas piling on the compliments, I felt a little embarrassed.

I used the excuse of getting them something to go with their drinks and went into the kitchen. Standing by the doorway, I could still hear Lucas clearly. Without me around, he spoke even more freely.

"Little brother. You know what's actually killing me? She wants it every single night. Every night. And I can't look at that face without losing the mood. I finish every round like I've lost the will to live."

Logan was always the quieter one. I heard him laugh awkwardly, not really responding.

"What about you, huh? How is it with your wife? With a body like that, you must be having a great time."

Logan seemed embarrassed. I could not see what he did, but Lucas suddenly let out a shout.

"Damn… I really regret it. If I had known back then…."

The rest of his words dropped too low for me to hear..

I brought out a plate of sliced fruit and some braised duck, setting them down in front of them. I smiled and glanced at Lucas.

"What were you two talking about? Looked like you were keeping secrets."

Logan grinned and pulled me into his lap. I could feel he was already half-hard against my hip.

"I said they were secrets, didn't I? Can't tell my wife."

Lucas watched Logan tuck me against him. He picked up his glass and drained it in one go, whatever was in his eyes quickly hidden.

"We were just saying how gorgeous you are."

I sat with them for a while, but it started to feel warm. I told Logan I was going to change and went back to the bedroom.

I had barely closed the door when Logan came in after me.

I was halfway out of my clothes. Turning back, I smiled.

"Perfect timing. Help me unhook this–it’s too tight, I can’t reach the back."

His breathing grew heavier. When he stepped closer and touched my back, his palm was burning hot.

I knew what that meant. I turned and smiled at him. His face was flushed from the alcohol, almost boyish.

I reached behind me and gave him a squeeze through his pants.

The response was immediate.

"Honey… Your brother is right out there. Can't even wait? He's going to hear us and laugh."

Logan pulled me back into him. The bra I had half-unhooked ended up on the floor. His hand came around from behind and cupped my chest.

I felt my body respond, rising slightly as I leaned back against him.

"Since when are you the impatient one?"

Before the words were even out, Logan's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Babe? You still changing in there?"

Babe?

I stared at the face in front of me, the face that was exactly the same as my husband's, and my whole body went cold.

"Babe? You okay in there? Need help?"

Logan's voice came through the door again, and the sound of it snapped me back into my body.

The man in front of me was not my husband. It was Lucas.

I shoved him off and scrambled for cover, but my chest had already fallen free of the unhooked bra, and I could see the way his eyes tracked the motion. Whatever restraint he had been faking, he dropped it right there.

I clapped my hands up over myself, but there was too much to cover with just my palms, and I knew it, and so did he.

Lucas's eyes crawled over me without any shame at all. He ran his tongue over his lip and clamped a big hand across my mouth.

"You don't want my little brother finding out either, do you?"

A woman's reputation is the one thing she cannot claw back. If Logan knew his own brother had seen me like this, had had his hands on me, he would not keep me.

Logan was trying the door handle from the hallway. I lunged past Lucas and turned the lock before he could open it.

"Babe, what's going on? You locked the door on me?"

Logan stood out there, baffled. I forced the words out, stammering.

"I-I'm not dressed yet. Your brother is still out there, right? What if he sees?"

The man I was hiding from was standing right beside me, watching me cover my chest with shaking hands, amused.

Logan bought it.

"Fair enough."

He let go of the handle and walked back toward the living room. Lucas leaned in next to my ear.

"Look at you. Three years married to my brother, and you're telling me you have never once stepped out?"

I am a one-man woman. The thought of cheating had never even crossed my mind. The suggestion that it had made me furious, and I was about to snap at him when I heard Logan's voice again.

"Hey. Have you seen my brother? He just disappeared."

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

"I-I haven't seen him."

Logan laughed at himself through the door.

"Right, of course not. You're in the bedroom. Let me go check, I think he got too deep into that last round."

Logan's footsteps moved off toward the front of the apartment. I let out the breath I had been holding.

The second Logan was gone, Lucas dropped any pretense of keeping still. His hand slid down between my legs over the fabric of my pants. I stared at him.

"What are you doing. I am your brother's wife."

He did not care in the slightest. His hand kept moving.

"Weren't you into this just a minute ago? You were teasing me about being worked up. My little brother not keeping you satisfied?"

I looked down at what was straining against the front of his pants and I swallowed, hard. But whatever he was or wasn't, he was still Logan's brother, and I was still Logan's wife, and I was not going to do this.

I shook my head and stepped around him, grabbed my shirt, and got dressed. As soon as my chest was covered again, I saw the look of disappointment cross his face.

"If Logan hadn't called to you through the door just now, you wouldn't have been able to tell us apart either. Would you?"

He waited until I was buttoning my blouse to say it, and then it came out easy, conversational.

"So let me just be him for a night. I'm better at it than he is, I promise."

Lucas did not know how to take no for an answer. Even with my shirt back on, he moved on me again, and I kept backing up until my shoulders hit the closet behind me.

"Lucas, stop. Logan could walk in any second."

He did not stop. He tipped my chin up with two fingers and kissed me on the mouth. I shoved against his chest with everything I had, but he was six-foot-plus and lived at the gym. Up against him, I might as well have been a kid.

"Do I really have to explain what I'm doing? Logan has been telling me about your body for years. Clothes on, I couldn't see what he meant. Now that I can, he wasn't wrong."

The difference in strength was a joke. I might as well have been tickling him. His tongue pushed past my teeth, and when I tried to bite, he caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them over my head against the closet.

"Body this good, and you waste it on my little brother? I heard the two of you on your wedding night. Heard you cried. All that sweetness is still in you. I love it."

With my arms pinned up, my chest pushed out into him, and he felt how soft I was through the blouse. His free hand dragged across the shape of me, back and forth, squeezing.

I tried to turn my face away. Some small sound slipped out, and when he finally pulled back to let me breathe, I realized my legs were shaking.

"Bella Sutton, you live up to the title. Your body is ridiculous, and your mouth… Simply delicious."

He was looking at me like a man about to do whatever he felt like doing.

"I'll find out what the mouth can do next time."

I stood frozen where he had left me, with every line he had just said still ringing in my ears, until I heard him walk out and shut the bedroom door behind him.

"Hey. Where did you go? I was looking for you."

Logan's voice, out in the hallway. I heard Lucas lie without missing a beat.

"Down the hall. Had too much, needed to clear my head."

"Seriously? I just went looking for you."

By the time I had myself pulled together and stepped out, Lucas was telling Logan, with a perfectly straight face, "We must have just missed each other," like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He pulled out his phone and muttered, half to himself, half loud enough for me to hear it.

"Look at this. Gone this long and my wife has not sent me a single message. What is the point of a woman like that."

I could not tell if he was talking to Logan or at me.

Logan looked at me clearing the glasses off the coffee table and grinned.

"See, Lucas? This is what getting married early gets you. Bella. Best thing that ever happened to me."

Lucas played along, half joking, half not.

"Yeah, little brother. I'm jealous."

Logan was flattered enough that he waved his hand without thinking.

"Then don't go home mad. Crash here tonight. Sleep it off."

I was about to say absolutely not, but by the time I opened my mouth, the two of them had already shaken on it. Lucas was sleeping on our couch. He would head home in the morning.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went to bed as fast as I could, specifically so I would not have to see Lucas again before sleep.

However, sometime in the middle of the night I was too thirsty to keep my eyes closed.

I got up to go to the kitchen for water. I thought Lucas was out cold. The second I came around the couch, his hand shot up and caught my wrist and pulled me into him.

Most women who marry a twin have thought about it at least once. What it would feel like with the brother. What it would be like to be touched by the same face, different hands. A small, stupid fantasy everyone has.

And right at the moment it was about to turn real, every part of me recoiled from it.

"Lucas. Don't do this, please."

"You're the one who walked over to me. Now you're the one saying no."

There was something unreadable in his eyes.

"Is that 'no' a real no? Or is it the kind of no women like saying in bed?"

He had been lying there awake the whole time. He knew exactly what he had been waiting for. I could feel the heat of him against me, already hard, and even knowing he was not going to listen to a word I said, I pushed at his chest and tried to twist free.

"Lucas, please. Stop. I am not your wife. Look at me. I am Logan's wife. I am married to your brother."

I tried to move back without making too much noise. Logan was in the next room. I did not dare yell. I did not dare wake him up, not really.

Lucas took my hand and pressed it against him, through the thin cotton, and laughed, low.

"Feel that. If that wasn't you, it wouldn't be this hard. My wife's face? Nothing happens. If this wasn't you here tonight, I do not think I'd be getting it up again any time soon."

It was framed like a compliment. It was the middle of the night, and Logan was one wall away. I was not going to be dragged into something I could not undo.

Lucas read that off my face. He smiled and said it out loud.

"My brother is a dead sleeper when he drinks. I was topping his glass off all night on purpose. He's out till morning."

It registered then. This was not a spontaneous thing. He had been planning it since the second he walked through our front door.

I must have looked stunned, because he took advantage of it and pulled me down onto the couch.

"Logan is right there. The bedroom door is not even closed. Lucas, please!"

His hand was already on me. Over the thin fabric of my nightshirt, through the bra I had not bothered to take off, and he squeezed and kneaded like he was working dough into a shape he liked.

I would like to say I felt nothing. I did not. I was in the middle of my fertile window, my body was already ramped up all day, and my mouth betrayed me with a small, humiliating sound.

He heard it. He switched tactics.

"You love Logan, right? So why are you trying so hard to keep me off you? Aren't you afraid I'll tell him?"

My eyes snapped to his face. My voice still had the tremor in it, but I was furious now.

"There is nothing to tell. Stop pretending there is."

He laughed at me. The pressure of his hand got harder. He pinched, hard enough that I hissed in a breath.

"You want my brother to know his own brother has seen everything of yours? Bella, look at yourself. Your body is already answering for you. It wants me."

I could barely speak.

"What do you want from me?"

Lucas bent down and kissed my chest through the fabric.

"Once. Let me have you once. If you don't, I tell Logan about what already happened in the bedroom. You want him to look at you like you're something dirty? You want him to leave you over it?"