I moan, feeling something hot pressed against my back, and something else heavy against my waist. My eyes flutter open and I look around as much as I can without moving. Everything comes back to me slowly, as I take in the plain dove-gray walls.

I’m in bed with Thomas. I slept with Thomas. I hardly know him and I slept with him, and without a condom. My stomach flips inside of my belly at the thought. That is, until his arm shifts, sliding up my stomach and he wraps his fingers around my bare breast.

I don’t even know if he has a girlfriend, or anything about him, I mean not really. I assume he’s single, because he’s pursuing me, and I’m here in his house with him. However, I’ve never asked him point blank.

“Thomas,” I breathe as his mouth touches the side of my neck. His fingers flex against my soft flesh and I feel his cock press against the crack of my ass. “You didn’t use a condom last night,” I say.

His body stiffens behind me and I swear he stops breathing. Rolling over in his arms I look into his wide, almost frantic blue eyes. “You don’t have anything, do you?” I ask as my heart starts racing.

Thomas wraps one hand in the hair at the back of my head. “No, Ines. I would never endanger you like that,” he announces. “I just, I never even thought about protection last night, and normally, that’s the first thing to cross my mind. I’m more upset with myself right now, for not taking better care of you.”

“I’m on the pill,” I say.

He wraps his hand around the side of my neck and gently glides his thumb across my jaw. “I’m sorry, Ines. I shouldn’t have left you so vulnerable.”

I absolutely love that he seems genuinely upset, but I can’t deny that I loved the way he felt inside of me. It didn’t feel wrong, in fact, it felt completely opposite of wrong—it felt perfectly right. Pressing my palm against his chest, I push him until he’s lying on his back. Crawling over him, I straddle his hips and groan when I feel his hard length against my center.

“No more apologies. Are you going to be inside anyone else?” I ask, almost demanding.

I watch as something shadows his features and his hands wrap around my waist, holding me still. Then he lifts my body, and I feel one of his hands disappearing, his cock suddenly pressing against my entrance. I let out a long moan as he guides me down along his length, filling me full of him, stretching me.

My eyes pop open with a gasp and both of his hands gently cup my breasts, as though he’s feeling the weight of them in his hands. His rough thumbs glide over my hard nipples and I let out an exhale. Without being able to control myself, I begin to move.

“I don’t want anyone but you, Ines,” he announces. I glance down into his blue eyes and he looks right at me.

I wrap my hands around his wrists and slowly slide up and down on his length, my eyes staying connected to his. “Me either, Thomas,” I admit.

He’s consumed me in this short amount of time, and there’s nobody else for me but him. Maybe I’m being young, and foolish. Maybe this will be a disaster in the making, but I’m exactly where I want to be right now.

One of his hands leaves my breast and travels down to my clit. “Lean back, angel eyes,” he rasps. I do, wrapping my hands around his upper thighs as I slowly continue to ride him. I gasp when I feel his thumb press against my clit.

Glancing down at him, he squeezes my breast with a grin and continues to play with my clit. “Just have fun, Ines. You look so fucking beautiful up there,” he grins.

I do as he asks, I have fun as I continue to ride him. I’ve never felt so free before. I’ve never felt so beautiful or desired either. Just the way Thomas looks at me, it makes me feel like some kind of goddess. My thighs begin to shake with a warning that I’m close to my release.

“I don’t want to come yet, you feel so good,” I moan.

My eyes slide shut as I allow myself to freely feel, to climb closer toward my climax. “Come, Ines. Fuck, angel eyes, come all over me. Show me just how beautiful you are when I make you feel good,” he whispers.

Without being able to control myself, his words are my undoing. That, and his thumb, as he continues to rub against my clit, faster, and faster. My fingernails dig into his thighs as I slam down against him, taking him hard and fast, my body tipping over the edge with my climax.

Thomas’ hands move toward my waist and he grips me hard, forcing me to fuck him even harder as he thrusts up from the bed. His pelvis slams against my pussy and the pain is just enough to sting, and yet it doesn’t really hurt at all.

When he groans beneath me, his cock twitches and I feel his release fill me. It’s an odd sensation, but it makes me feel sexy, I did that to him. Me. Once he relaxes against the bed, his breath coming out in heavy pants, I slowly lower my chest to his and bury my face in his neck.

Thomas’ hands wrap around my back and gently slide up and down my skin. “Is it always like this? I’ve never felt this good before,” I admit.

His body freezes, and his hand moves toward my hair to tug my head back slightly. “Were you a…” he asks looking horrified.

I snort and shake my head. “No, but I may as well have been. The one time I did anything, it was nothing compared to how I felt both times we’ve been together,” I admit. My face turns hot, and probably pink as well, at my confession.

“You’ve only been with one person, one time?” he asks on a breath. I nod, not willing to say the words aloud. “No, Ines. It isn’t always like this. In fact, it’s never been like this with anybody else.”

I smile down at him, pressing my lips to his. “Aren’t we lucky we found each other then?”

That shadow I saw earlier, crosses over his features again, but he quickly shakes it off. “Yeah, angel eyes, we’re lucky as shit.”

We don’t say anything else. I’m content to just lie in his arms while he strokes my back. His cock is soft, but still inside me, and I don’t want to move because I know it will slip from my body completely when I do. I like the way he feels when he’s in my body—I don’t want him to ever leave.

I hold her. Not wishing to ever let her go. It’s a pipedream though. This will end, it can’t go on. I’ve already lied to her, just by having her here. I’m not available, and I can’t be only hers. It fucking kills me, because, in all honesty, that is exactly what I want to be.

Maybe she’s what I needed to finally show me that my marriage is nonexistent. I need to break it off with Danielle, finally file for divorce, be free and claim Ines as my own. Then the only thing standing in our way will be the school.

“We need to talk,” I announce. Ines lifts her head and those caramel eyes look straight into my fucking soul, I swear it. She doesn’t say anything, just watches, and waits for me to continue. “You can’t tell anybody at the school about us. I could lose my job and you could be expelled,” I explain. Her eyes widen and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Oh God, what do we do?”

I shake my head. “We just have to be really careful,” I state calmly. Ines shifts off of me and lies next to me on the bed. “We can’t get caught. So we have to steer clear from anywhere near campus.”

She nods, and I see sadness wash over her features. “Am I too much of a risk, do you not want to continue?” she almost whimpers.

I shake my head, cupping her cheek in my palm. “Angel eyes, how could you say that?” I ask.

“I’m a big girl, Thomas. If this was a one-time thing, you can tell me.”

Shaking my head, I run the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. “I didn’t lie when I said that it’s never been the way it is with you. I wouldn’t lie about that, and I enjoy spending time with you. We just have to be careful when we do,” I explain.

I watch as her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she jerks her head slightly. “Okay,” she nods. “When can I see you again?”

I wish that I could tell her tonight, right now, stay forever and never leave. But realistically I have to deal with Danielle. I have to talk to her and find out why she’s been holding onto this dead marriage for just as long as I have. There must be a reason. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t stay with her either. Not anymore.

The way I feel about Ines, in such a short period of time, it proves to me that my marriage has been nothing but a lie for years. I’ve just been going through the motions, afraid of change, fucking stuck.

“I can’t this weekend. I have plans that I can’t break,” I admit, feeling like a piece of shit.

She smiles. “Maybe we can have some fun in your office? Maybe a lunch date?” she suggests. My cock twitches at the thought of fucking her against my desk and I find myself nodding before I even think.

“I’ll send a notice that my office hours have been canceled for Tuesday. Come to me,” I all but demand, leaning forward and sliding my nose against hers.

I feel her breath against my lips, so I move down and press my mouth to hers. Ines throws her leg over my hip in an effort to get closer to me. I moan against her mouth, my tongue sliding inside, as her wet pussy presses against my cock. I want her again, she makes me feel like a fucking teenager.

My tongue continues to invade her mouth, tasting her and slowly fucking her, my hips shift and I slowly enter her wet pussy. She’s fucking drenched. I thrust into her heat, my lips never leaving hers. Her tits are pressed against my chest and I can feel her nipples pebble against me with each roll of my hips.

“Thomas,” she breathes, ripping her lips from my mouth.

Shifting my hand from her cheek to tangle in her long hair, I tug her head back. “I want to look into your angel eyes when you come,” I murmur.

“Okay,” she breathes.

It doesn’t take long until we’re both staring into each other’s eyes, caught up in just feeling and when she comes, she’s careful to keep her eyes connected with mine. I do the same when I come, deep inside of her.

I didn’t lie when I admitted that being with her felt like nothing else I’d ever experienced. I don’t know if I could ever get used to the way she makes me feel, and I doubt that I want to. She’s exhilarating, sweet, and so fucking soft. I haven’t had soft in a long damn time.

Once we’ve cleaned up, and dressed, I drive us to breakfast. I wanted out of my house as quickly as possible, not desiring to stay there longer than we needed to. I drive us all the way across town to a small restaurant that is only open for breakfast and lunch.

“Two please,” I announce to the hostess as soon as we walk inside.

We follow her and are seated about halfway down an aisle of booths. Ines doesn’t sit across from me, rather she slides in right next to me and I wrap my hand around her thigh, giving her a squeeze.

“Is this okay?” she asks, her face turning pink.

Lifting my arm, I guide it around her shoulders, and tug her closer against my side. “It’s perfect, sweetheart.”

We order our food a few minutes later, and just talk. It’s nice to talk to her, our conversations have never lulled, not once since our date Friday night. “Do you have any siblings?” she asks me as soon as our food arrives.

We’ve talked a lot about her four brothers and sisters, and about our similar childhood backgrounds, but I haven’t been exactly open about my family. I should be, there’s no reason not to be. I have a feeling Ines is going to be in my life for a very long time.

“I have a brother, he’s younger. My father eventually remarried when I was twenty. His wife is younger, and they had a baby together. My brother is twenty-four,” I explain.

“Wow, what’s his name?”

In reality, Ines and my brother would probably get along very well. He’s more her age, with a good career and he’s a damn good kid. He’s also single. That realization hits me and hits me hard.

I shouldn’t be going after her myself, I should introduce her to my brother, or let a boy her own age have a shot. Then selfishly, I wonder if I could do that? I don’t think that I could. I’m not sure if I’m man enough to let her walk away from me, into the arms of another. What kind of fucking hypocrite does that make me?

“His name is, Carter. He’s an architect in New York,” I say as I shove a piece of toast into my mouth.

Ines hums, cutting a piece of her pancake, and moaning as soon as she places it in her mouth. I want to moan too, I’m fucking jealous of her damn pancake right now.

“I can’t wait to meet him one day,” she smiles. “I bet he looks like you, lucky New York girls,” she winks. “Although, I should say I’m the luckiest.”

“Why’s that?”

Ines looks up at me, a smile tipping her lips. She leans in and places her lips on mine, not kissing, just resting her mouth against my own. “I got the original version,” she breathes.

I wrap my hand around the back of her head, not allowing her to back away from me, and I kiss her. I sweep my tongue into her mouth and I taste her. She tastes like sweet bread, and syrup, and her, unmistakably her. I’m in so much fucking trouble with this girl, and I’m anxious to fall in deeper with her.