Oh god, yes!” I cried out, my voice breathless, tangled in the haze of desire. He heard it. Xxx “You love it when I touch you like this. “But… won’t he figure it out?” I asked, feeling a pang of dread. Before I could think, his hand slid up under my shirt, moving slowly, almost reverently, until his fingers grazed my breast, cupping me gently, teasingly. His voice washed over me, dark and raw, each word seeping into my skin as he spoke to me like I was his. Their sex life had become a chore, routine and uninspired. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, a growing panic building with each tender touch. “He probably has some slut at the office. She gave me all the details, from her nightly routine to the things her husband wouldn’t notice. Just one night, that’s all I’m asking.”
I took
