Sexting Carson made me so horny I couldn't focus all day, and, as a result, I got almost nothing accomplished at work.

I did, however, finally manage to get my application submitted. It was perfect, the best portfolio I'd ever put together. That, combined with me being named interim team lead, gave me a damn good shot at the position.

I didn’t even bother trying to stay late to catch up on work I’d ignored all day while I’d daydreamed about Carson. At 4:59, I shut down my computer and left. I texted Quinn on my way to car.

I resisted the impulse to hike up my dress right there in my car and finally satisfy the urge that had been building all day.

I made it home before Quinn did. The apartment was dark and quiet when I opened the door. I started undressing in the kitchen, leaving a trail of clothing down the hall to the bedroom. I didn’t turn on any lights, but lit a few candles in the bedroom and laid down on the bed, naked. It didn’t take long before Quinn opened the door.

“Chloe?” he called from the living room.

“In here,” I said. I heard him chuckle as he made his way to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“I started without you.” I ran a hand down my stomach and between my legs.

“Oh really?” Quinn appeared in the doorway, a huge grin plastered on his face. His eyes narrowed when he saw me. “Dinner is going to get cold.”

“Fuck dinner,” I said, my eyes never leaving his face, my fingers tracing lazy circles around my clit.

“I’d much rather fuck you,” he said and pulled his shirt off over his head and unbuckled his belt. I groaned when he removed his boxers and his hard cock sprang free.

Quinn spent the next hour satisfying what I’d been fighting all day—his body erasing the memory of Carson’s and my conversation earlier in the day.

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I used to wonder how people who had affairs found the time to sneak around and still have a normal life. How they came up with lies and excuses for where they had been and what they had been doing. How they kept it from their spouses without being suspicious. In the last few weeks, I’d decided those people were either exceptional liars, or maybe they had significant others with jobs like Quinn’s.

I never had to lie to Quinn’s face, never had to make excuses for where I had been, because every time I was with Carson, Quinn was at work. He was gone every Saturday and worked past midnight on random Thursdays and Fridays. It was more than enough time for Carson and me. It was easy. Maybe too easy. There was no sneaking around, no lying. I spent time with Carson and never felt like it was taking away from my time with Quinn.

So far, keeping up with both Quinn and Carson hadn’t been a problem. The more sex I had, with either of them, the more I wanted to have. Each of them fueled the desire I had for the other.

Carson came over on Thursday night, like he’d said he would, even though I’d never agreed. He’d brought dinner, but we’d never gotten around to eating it.

We’d played strip Mario Kart, but had only made it three games before Carson was naked and then he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He hadn’t even bothered trying to cheat—just tackled me, pulled my clothes off and rolled us both onto the floor. When he’d left three hours later, I’d made him take the uneaten dinner with him so Quinn wouldn’t ask questions.

With work and everything, September flew by, and before I knew it, it was the middle of October.

I knew the ease of maintaining a happy marriage with Quinn and having a super-hot affair with Carson had an expiration date. I knew any day it could all come crashing down around me, but the risk wasn’t enough to make me stop. For now, the risk was worth the reward.