“That was intense.” Victoria Hamilton said, her heavy breathing subsiding as Charles Astor got off her for the third time that afternoon.

“Much better than Jake’s dead rod.” He kissed her as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Don’t talk about him like that…He’s still my husband, you know.” She replied,

“Ah.” He let out a small sigh, pulling Victoria to his chest, “you know I’ve always hated Jake--plain, boring, he doesn’t deserve you by his side, my dear.” He gently stroked her hair,

“And what makes you think you can be the judge of that.” She smirked, tracing his jawline with her finger. “Charles, we need to talk.” Her...