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He moves back, a delicious smile on his face as he fucks me and I nod, eyes glistening as I try my hardest not to come yet but Henry makes it impossible.
“There’s a good girl, now come all over my cock before I fill your tight little cunt up.”
I come on command, and he tightens his clasp over my mouth, my back arching and gone is the slow and sensual strokes. Henry pounds into me hard and fast and I struggle to catch my breath as he comes, filling me until he is satisfied.
Letting me down, he swirls his fingers at my dripping pussy and slips two of his thick fingers inside of me, pushing our cum deep inside of me.
“We don’t want to waste any now, do we? Be a good girl and keep that tight cunt nice and full,” he leans in and kisses my nose before walking out of the cubicle.
And me?
I’m left coming down from the hottest sex of my life with my boss’s husband.
Shit.
CHAPTER FOUR
BELLA
Bella
Girls, I’ve fucked up. Drinks tonight?! Xo
CHAPTER FIVE
HENRY
Shit.
I’m tingling. My lips burn.
My skin itches.
I’m craving, it’s been too long since I had my last hit.
I waited for her last night, settled the tab and made sure she got home safely. And now I am sitting outside her apartment, waiting, watching like some stalker.
Turning my watch to face me, it’s just past eight, she should be coming out any minute to walk and get Clarissa’s damn coffee.
Pisses me off.
She is nothing like the woman I met all those years ago. I have no idea who this woman is now. I offered her a divorce at the end of last year but of course she said no. Not because she was madly in love with me, but because ‘what would the investors think’.
I shake my head from side to side at the thought.
Dropping my head for a moment, I look at the platinum band that sits on my finger. Rolling it between my index finger and thumb, it no longer has meaning to me. I’ve tarnished it and I don’t even feel guilty about it.
Jeff coughs, clearing his throat and I lift my face and see her. Hair pulled into a high ponytail, huge black sunglasses on and wearing a tight little dress that sits midthigh. On her feet are those killer heels that were wrapped around my back last night.
She doesn’t look in my direction, so Jeff begins to roll the car forward just as I slip my window down. She is talking on the phone and I kind of feel bad for interrupting, but then again, I don’t.
I whistle, which gets her turning and looking in my direction.
A small smirk twitches as she says something quietly into the speaker of her phone and then cuts it off. Jeff stops at the curb as she walks over to me and leans down to look at me through the window.
“Good morning,” I breathe and my heart races under my skin.
“Morning,” her fingers rest just inside the car.