Forbidden View

Chapter 1: The Watchful Eye

Julie sat in the dimly lit hotel room, her fingers curled around the stem of a wine glass, the deep red liquid untouched. The air was thick with anticipation, a strange cocktail of curiosity and something darker, hotter, simmering just beneath her skin. She’d suggested this, after all. Long-distance had been hell on her and Josh, and when her surprise visit coincided with her period, the frustration had been palpable. Sex was off the table, but the tension between them wasn’t. So, she’d thrown out the idea—half-joking, half-serious—that Josh could find release elsewhere. With someone like Mia, a professional who knew the game. What she hadn’t expected was Josh’s counteroffer: 'Only if you watch. I don’t want to feel like I’m betraying you.'

Now, here she was, perched on a plush armchair in the corner of the room, her sharp green eyes locked on the scene unfolding before her. Josh, her Josh, stood at the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders tense but confident, his gaze flickering between Mia and Julie. Mia, a statuesque brunette with a smirk that could cut glass, was already shedding her silk robe, revealing curves that screamed deliberate allure. Julie’s lips twitched into a wry smile. 'She’s got the goods, I’ll give her that,' she muttered under her breath.

Josh caught her eye, a nervous chuckle escaping him. 'You sure about this, Jules? I can still back out.'

Julie tilted her head, her voice cool but laced with a challenge. 'Don’t you dare. I’m not here to babysit your guilt, babe. I’m here to see if you’ve still got it. So, show me.'

Mia laughed, a low, throaty sound, as she stepped closer to Josh, her fingers brushing his chest. 'She’s got a point, handsome. Let’s not waste her time. Or mine.' Her tone was all business, but her eyes gleamed with mischief.

Josh exhaled, his hands finding Mia’s hips, pulling her closer with a firmness that made Julie’s breath hitch. She watched, transfixed, as he kissed Mia—hard, hungry, but controlled. There was a competence in the way he moved, a rhythm to his touch as his hands roamed her body, peeling away the last of her lingerie. Julie’s mind raced. Damn, he’s good. She’d always known it, felt it in every intimate moment they’d shared, but seeing it from this angle—detached, almost clinical—stirred a strange pride in her. Josh, her Josh, was undeniably skilled at this.

Mia moaned softly, arching into him, her nails grazing his back as he pushed her onto the bed. Julie’s eyes narrowed, taking in every detail: the way Josh’s muscles flexed as he positioned himself over Mia, the genuine pleasure in Mia’s gasps—transactional or not, he was hitting all the right notes. 'That’s it, baby,' Julie murmured to herself, her voice a whisper of admiration. 'Make her feel it.'

Josh glanced over at her, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, but Julie gave him a sharp nod, her smirk daring him to keep going. 'Don’t look at me like I’m gonna break, Josh. I’m fine. Focus on her. I want to see you lose it.'

Mia caught the exchange, her lips curling as she tugged Josh closer, her legs wrapping around him. 'Listen to your wife, stud. I’m not here for half-measures.' Her voice was a purr, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Julie’s grip tightened on her glass as she watched Josh’s control start to slip, his movements growing more urgent, more raw. She could see the sweat beading on his brow, the way his breath came in sharp pants, and a heat bloomed low in her own belly. Not jealousy, no. Something else. Something primal. She admired the way he drove into Mia, hard and relentless, the way Mia’s body responded, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Julie bit her lip, her mind spinning. He’s fucking her like he means it. And she’s loving every second.

The room was charged now, electric with the sounds of skin on skin, of Mia’s breathless cries and Josh’s low growls. Julie leaned forward slightly, her pulse racing, knowing they were both teetering on the edge. She could see it in the way Josh’s jaw clenched, the way Mia’s fingers dug into his shoulders. Any second now, it was going to explode—and Julie, for all her sharpness, for all her control, couldn’t wait to witness it.