Page 8 of Sinful Affair

“Can I give you a lift?” I raise a brow, not wanting to sound as desperate as I probably do. She stands up, hands on her hips.

“I need to get your wife’s coffee,” and I don’t miss the sharpness to her tone.

“We can jump out just before,” I counter with her as I begin to move over just as she opens the door. She slides in next to me and I feel all giddy and shit.

I am forty-seven.

No one has ever made me feel like a boy with a high school crush.

Heart thrumming, stomach in knots and my palms all tingly.

“How are you?” I ask as Jeff begins to drive.

“I’m good, slept well, I feel good,” she chimes as her phone dings and that takes her attention away from me for just a moment and I am jealous. Within minutes her blue eyes are back on me, and I smile at her. “How about you?”

“I’m good, slept well, I feel good,” I mimic her, and she laughs softly and it’s the most beautiful sound.

Silence crackles for just a moment.

“We can’t let what happened last night happen again…” the words pierce through me, and I hate it.

“I know,” I breathe, because she is right. I have had plenty of opportunities over the last twenty years to cheat on Clarissa but none of them were as tempting as Bella.

But agreeing with her doesn’t mean that’s what I want.

Our eyes lock and I watch as her breathing changes, her chest rising and falling a little faster.

“What are you thinking about?” I tease the answer out of her, begging it’s something I can act on.

“Just what you said last night…” she licks her lips and I tap my fingers on the soft leather of the chair beside me, crawling my fingers across so they brush over the back of her hand.

“I said a lot of things last night Bella…” I whisper as my eyes bounce between hers.

“About putting a baby in me, about keeping my…”

“Your tight cunt full?” and my cock throbs.

She nods, lips parting.

“Is it still full of me? Or did some trickle down your pretty thighs?”

She whimpers. I edge closer.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know,” I breathe as she turns her body towards me just as Jeff slips the window up between us, giving us some privacy.

Her lips are mere inches from mine.

“I need you, Bella. I meant what I said, I want my baby inside of you, I want to fill your pretty pussy full of me.”

She moans just as my fingertips brush across her bare thigh and her breath catches at the back of her throat.

I know this is risky.

We were drunk last night, and I know I crossed a line but I’m too far gone to even give a shit.

“We’re nearly at the office…” she retracts back from me for just a moment and my fingers glide up the skirt of her dress, desperate to dip between her legs and rub her clit, desperate to fill her with my fingers and feel her warm slick cunt.