Megan's POV

At 8:47am I accidentally sent a full-body nude to my CEO, and I have been quietly dying at my desk for the past three hours.

The photo was meant for Kyle — my boyfriend of eight months who usually replies to my nudes with a single thumbs-up emoji like he’s rating a mediocre meal.

I had just gotten out of the shower, hair wet, skin still damp. I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, one hand cupping my full breast, the other sliding between my thighs, my pussy lips parted in a soft, needy expression.

I tapped what I thought was Kyle’s name.

It was Viktor...