Sophia's POV

I stood at the bottom step, my silk robe barely tied, heart hammering against my ribs as I waited for Victor. He was my husband’s best friend and the man who had just caught me touching myself while moaning his name through the thin wall that separated our bedrooms.

He appeared at the top of the stairs like a shadow come to life — tall, broad-shouldered and moving with a quiet predatory grace that always made my stomach tighten. Victor didn’t speak at first. He simply descended, each of his step deliberate, his dark eyes never leaving mine. When he reached the bottom, the air between us felt...