TESSA

The guilt followed me like a shadow after that night on Victor’s desk. I barely slept, replaying every thrust, every filthy word Taylor had growled while he filled me. I had called my own husband’s name while another man ruined me. The shame should have made me sick. Instead, my body kept betraying me. Every time I thought about it, my pussy grew wet again.

Victor announced a last-minute business trip to our private island villa. Just the three of us on the company jet. I tried to back out. I told him I was not feeling well. He insisted.

Taylor would be joining us as usual.

The moment...