"No… no… no!"
Jimmy sat frozen in the other room, his breath shallow, his fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms.
His wide eyes were glued to the screen before him, unable—unwilling—to believe what he was seeing.
Rachel. His wife.
She was losing herself—giving in completely, surrendering to Ross in ways Jimmy had never seen before.
The sounds spilling from her lips, the way her back arched, the way her hands clawed desperately at Ross's arms—it was unfamiliar. Raw. Animalistic.
She had never sounded like that with him.
His mind rebelled against the truth playing out before him, but his eyes refused to look away.
Rachel's body shuddered violently, her mouth falling open as another shameless, uncontrollable cry escaped her lips.
Her legs trembled, her thighs tightening around Ross's hips as she came hard—harder than Jimmy had ever seen.
His chest constricted painfully.
But it wasn't over.