The call with Marcus ended, but the echo of his voice still hung in the air like smoke.

Damon stayed buried deep inside me, his cock twitching as the last of his cum leaked out. I was a mess — flushed, trembling, my pussy still pulsing around him, full of him. The guilt hit me like a wave, but it was drowned out by the heat, the thrill, the way my body was still humming from how hard he’d just fucked me while talking to my ex-husband.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, half-laughing, half-terrified. “What if he heard?”

Damon kissed me slow and deep, his hand sliding up to cup my...