Cyrus, his face hidden behind a mask, cast a long, lingering gaze at Josephine as she reached her climax. The corners of his lips curled into a faint, amused smile. If he were to sleep with Josephine while wearing the mask, that would mean he was essentially cuckolding himself.
'Actually, it doesn't sound too bad,' he mused, a low chuckle escaping his lips. 'Thrilling, even.' The thought danced in his mind, teasing him. Perhaps one day, he would give it a try. He was curious to see just how long Josephine could hold out.
When Josephine returned home, she stood in the doorway, taking a moment to adjust her clothes. She couldn't let Cyrus notice anything was amiss. He mustn't find out that another man had kissed her—or worse, that her body had betrayed her and responded to it. As soon as s
