Jake’s POVThe villa’s master bedroom light was still on when I slipped out onto the deck, the wooden planks warm beneath my bare feet. The Caribbean night wrapped around me like a lover’s breath—thick, humid, carrying the scent of salt, frangipani, and Emily’s coconut sunscreen that still lingered in my nostrils. I was rock hard. Again. My cock strained painfully against the thin fabric of my shorts, throbbing with every heartbeat as I replayed that moment in the pool. Her soft thigh brushing mine underwater. The way her full tits rose and fell with that sharp little gasp. Fuck.At thirty-three, I had built a successful tech startup, fucked my share of beautiful women, but none of them compared to her. Emily. Ryan’s wife. My best friend’s wife. The one woman I was never supposed to want this badly. Her body was a goddamn masterpiece—those heavy, perfect breasts, the way her wide hips swayed when she walked, that juicy ass I’d jerked off thinking about for years. And those hazel eye
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