Penelope POV

Victor, I need him to come over right now,” I whisper into the phone, my voice shaking a little as my heart pounds so hard against my ribs I can feel it.

I glance up the stairs to make sure my husband is still asleep, his snoring faint but steady through the closed bedroom door.

The afternoon sun filters through the kitchen curtains, casting warm light on the counter where I lean, my fingers gripping the edge because my body already hums with this desperate ache that’s been building for weeks, ever since I first noticed the way his muscles flex when he cleans the pool, the sweat...