Chapter 2

Isabelle Moreau closed the trailer door behind them after the long day on set, her body still buzzing from the heated love scenes they had filmed. The late-night rehearsal had run much longer than expected, and now only the two of them remained.

Vic Lang leaned against the counter, her athletic arms crossed over her chest, sharp green eyes watching Izzy with clear hunger. “You were incredible today, Izzy. The way you melted under me in that last take… it didn’t feel like acting.”

Izzy’s cheeks flushed as she set her script down. Her hourglass figure shifted nervously in her silk robe. “Vic, we were just doing our job, It’s a love scene, that’s all.”

Vic stepped closer, her presence commanding. “Bullshit. I felt how your body reacted when I touched you. Your nipples got hard, your breathing changed, tell me you didn’t feel something.”

Izzy backed up until her hips hit the small couch. “I’m married. Mark is a good man, he loves me. I can’t… we can’t do this.”

Vic’s voice dropped lower, more commanding. “Then why are you shaking right now? Why haven’t you told me to leave? Look at me, Izzy. Be honest for once.”

Izzy’s violet eyes met Vic’s. Her full lips trembled. “Because I’m scared. Because part of me wants this so badly it hurts, Mark is kind, but he doesn’t make me feel… alive, not like this.”

Vic reached out and gently cupped Izzy’s face. “Then let me make you feel alive tonight. Just for a moment, no one has to know.”

Izzy’s breath hitched. “Vic… this is dangerous.”

Vic leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away. When Izzy didn’t, their lips met in a soft, electric first kiss. Izzy gasped into Vic’s mouth, but soon melted, kissing her back with months of built-up hunger.

Vic pulled back just enough to whisper, “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Izzy’s hands gripped Vic’s shirt. “We shouldn’t be doing this, I’m married. I have a husband waiting at home.”

“Yet you’re kissing me like you’ve been dying for it,” Vic replied, kissing her again, deeper this time. Her strong arms wrapped around Izzy’s curvy body, pulling her close.

Izzy moaned softly, her full breasts pressing against Vic’s chest. “God, Vic… your mouth feels so good. I feel guilty, but I don’t want to stop.”

Vic’s hand slid down Izzy’s side, then slipped under her robe. “Then don’t stop. Let me take care of you like I promised your husband I would.”

Her fingers found Izzy’s soaked panties. Vic smiled against her lips. “You’re dripping, baby. So wet for me already.”

Izzy whimpered as Vic pushed the fabric aside and ran two fingers along her slick, swollen folds. “Vic… oh my god. We’re in the trailer, someone could hear us.”

Vic kissed her neck, sucking gently. “Then you’ll have to stay quiet, won’t you? Spread your legs a little for me, beautiful.”

Izzy obeyed, parting her thighs wider as Vic’s fingers circled her throbbing clit with slow, teasing pressure. “Fuck… that feels so good. I haven’t been touched like this in so long. I feel so guilty… but please don’t stop.”

Vic pushed one finger inside her slowly, then added a second, stretching her tight, dripping pussy. “Your pussy is so fucking wet and hot. Squeezing my fingers like it’s been starving for this. Does Mark ever make you this soaked?”

Izzy moaned, head falling back against the wall. “No… never like this. Vic, please… deeper, I need more.”

Vic curled her fingers, stroking that perfect spot inside while her thumb rubbed firm circles on Izzy’s swollen clit. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers, let me feel how desperate you are. Your husband has no idea his perfect wife is in here getting finger-fucked by another woman.”

Izzy’s hips rocked desperately against Vic’s hand, her raven hair messy, violet eyes glassy with lust and guilt. “Vic… I’m so close already, I shouldn’t be doing this… but it feels too good.l, I’m going to cum.”

Vic pressed her forehead against Izzy’s, fingers moving faster, deeper. “Cum for me, Izzy. Cum hard on my fingers like the naughty slut you are right now, let me feel this married pussy squeeze me.”

Izzy’s thighs trembled violently. She buried her face in Vic’s neck, biting down to muffle her cries as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clenched hard around Vic’s fingers, soaking them with her juices.

Vic kept stroking her gently through the waves, whispering hotly, “Good girl… such a beautiful, guilty little thing. Soaking my hand while your husband waits for you at home.”

Izzy clung to her, breathing heavily, guilt and pleasure mixing on her face. “What are we doing, Vic? I’m married. This is wrong.”

Vic slowly pulled her fingers out and brought them to her own lips, tasting her juice with a satisfied moan. “It may be wrong, but it feels right. And we’re not done yet.”

Suddenly, Izzy’s phone lit up on the counter. Mark’s name flashed on the screen with a new message.

“Baby, I’m waiting up for you, come home soon. I love you.”

Izzy stared at the message, her body still trembling from Vic’s touch.

Vic looked at the phone, then back at Izzy with a dark, possessive smile.

“What are you going to tell him when you get home with my scent still on you?”

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Would Izzy go home to her husband… or stay with Vic for more?