Irvin's POV
I dragged my palm along Caroline's naked spine, sensing the silky texture under my touch. My body acted without thought, my mouth finding her throat, yet my mind wasn't with the woman beneath me.
Despite every effort to remain present, Davina's image kept breaking through my concentration. How she stared at me when she accepted that money, how her mouth quivered before she held back those tears — it consumed me.
Caroline whimpered quietly under me, pressing into my caress, but I felt hollow inside. Her flesh, once so familiar and thrilling, now seemed strange, unreachable. I shut my eyes, driving myself deeper, but everything felt off. It wasn't Caroline under me — it was Davina.
Her voice, her fragrance, her caress.
"Damn," I breathed, my rhythm breaking.
