Lila’s phone buzzed on her desk again. Another message from Damien.

**Damien:** Dinner tonight? I know this amazing rooftop spot. No work talk, just good wine and better company. You in?

She bit her lip, a guilty thrill shooting straight to her still-sensitive pussy. Rhys had fucked her senseless in his office just two hours ago, leaving her thighs sticky with his cum, and yet here she was, getting wet at the thought of another man’s attention.

*God, I’m such a greedy little whore. My sister’s husband’s cum is literally still inside me and I’m flirting with Damien.*

Before she could reply, Rhys’s voice cut through the open office like...