Page 11 of Sinful Affair

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Page 11 of Sinful Affair

“Yeah, go on then,” he smiles, passing his mug over to me that says ‘World’s best daddy’. I smile.

Tom is married to his high school sweetheart and has a beautiful little girl called Emerson. They’re blissfully happy.

Pushing from my seat, I duck out and into the small, quiet kitchen. Filling the kettle to the brim, I pop it on its stand and click it on.

My skin is still tingling from this morning, my pussy still pulsing at what could have been in the back of the car.

One of us needed our sensible head on.

It clearly wasn’t Henry.

I’m not alone long when I hear the sound of footsteps slowing and my breath catches in the back of my throat.

“Bella,” his voice rasps as my skin prickles in goosebumps.

I ignore him, bending over to get the milk from the undercounter fridge and before I stand, I let my eyes flicker over to him, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, leaning against the archway and arms crossed against his broad chest.

Slicing my gaze away, I trickle both mugs with milk, covering the tea bag then add two sugars to each before I am lifting the kettle and topping them both full of boiling water.

His footsteps grow closer, and I stiffen just as his large hand skims around my waist, lips pressed to my ear.

“You can keep ignoring me…” he nibbles on my ear lobe as his free hand traces along the hem of my dress, fingers teasing just under and circling on my thigh. “Or you can be a good girl and let the inevitable happen.”

His fingers trace a little higher, slipping between my thighs just as his fingertips brush over my pulsing clit through the delicate silk of my panties.

“Henry,” I whisper, hovering the kettle in the air.

“One last time…” he kisses the shell of my ear, “please.” And I moan as he presses his fingers against my clit, delicately rubbing in soft circles. “I need to fill your pretty pussy one last time, to feel the way your tight cunt wraps around me, the way you feel against my skin… like pure fucking silk.”

My breath hitches just as his lips dust across my neck.

“Stop,” I pant, truth was, I didn’t want him to stop.

“Is that what you want?” he breathes just as his fingers slip into the side of my damp panties.

“Yes.”

No.

His fingers are back rubbing, and his erection is pressing into my ass.

“Meet me in Clarissa’s office in twenty…” he places a kiss on my cheek as he covers my aching pussy and glides his fingers across my thigh and just like that, he is gone.

It takes me a minute to get my thoughts back. Shit.

Placing the kettle back down, I strain the teabag and walk back into the office, no doubt my cheeks are flushed as fuck and Tom can read me like a fucking book.

“Here we go.”

I smile, placing his mug down quickly and sitting in my seat.

“All okay? You look a little…”

“I’m hot. Feel like I am cooking internally.”

I mean, it’s not a lie.

“Shit, Lara said there is some summer flu going around, I hope I haven’t somehow passed it on.”




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