As Emily arched her back in pleasure, her hand moved to her chest, cupping her own bosom. She stared at the ceiling, her mind spinning with desire, fear, and a desperate need for validation.

I want to give you my whole self.

Even if this is wrong… please forgive me.

I’m scared.

I’m scared of her.

Scared of your PA… Hazel.

The thought of Hazel hit harder with every movement. The fear of not being enough... of being replaced... tightened around her chest like a vice.

Emily moved ...