Chapter 2

I imagined Derek’s toned physique, pictured Sophia’s flushed, satisfied face outside the door.

I imagined it was me pinned beneath him…

My heart lurched, and I yanked my hand away. How could I think like that? He was Sophia’s boyfriend.

In the past, I’d indulged in fantasies because I knew it was my husband on top of me—those thoughts just added spice.

But now, Derek was right outside, real and breathing.

Guilt gnawed at me, betraying both my husband and Sophia. Yet, as her moans grew louder, my body tensed with need.

Covering my face in shame, I squeezed my thighs together in the bathroom, only snapping back to reality when Sophia let out a sharp cry.

Trembling, I sank onto the toilet, water splashing onto the floor.

I curled up, humiliated, but between my legs, the phantom pulses of my fantasy lingered.

"Enjoy yourself?" Sophia panted. "Using Jasmine’s panties while you fucked me—you’re disgusting."

Derek chuckled. "I’ll toss them in the hamper. Just tell her you did it."

Still in the bathroom, I barely processed their words before Derek’s footsteps approached.

"Huh? Why’s the light on?"

Panic shot through me. I opened my mouth to stop him—

Too late. The door swung open.

The mirror reflected my state: cheeks flushed, curves on full display, my loose shirt pushed up to my collarbones from earlier.

I was completely exposed.

Derek froze in the doorway, his own arousal visibly stirring beneath his undone pants.

I clamped a hand over my mouth.

Frantically, I grabbed for my clothes.

But that split-second image must’ve seared into his mind.

His gaze burned through me, as if he could still see everything.

I bit my lip, then glanced down—

His thick length nearly brushed my nose.

God, it’s huge.