Chapter 16 Blackmail (1)

I pushed the door open, just a crack at first, careful not to let the hinges squeak. The dim glow from the chandelier spilled across the room, and holy shit—what I saw hit me like a freight train. There she was, my boss’s wife, Madam Claire, on her knees. Her lips were wrapped around Jerry, her husband’s best friend, and she was going at it like a woman possessed. My heart slammed against my ribcage, but I couldn’t look away. Her head bobbed with a rhythm that made my mouth go dry, her delicate hand stroking him like she hadn’t eaten in days, desperate and hungry. Jerry’s low groans filled the air, his head tipped back, eyes half-closed in bliss. I fumbled for my phone, hands shaky, adrenaline pumping through me. This wasn’t just a scandal—this was my fucking golden ticket. I hit record, the little red dot blinking as I captured every sloppy, wet sound, every flick of her tongue as she devoured him. My breath hitched, and I shifted my weight, trying to ignore the heat pooling low in my gut. My dick twitched, straining against my jeans, and I cursed under my breath. I’d always pictured her like this—those full lips, that tight little body—bent over for me, moaning my name. But this? This was better than any fantasy. With this video, I wouldn’t just imagine fucking her anymore. I’d make it happen.