What do I do when I get home from his house? Most people would go to bed, but I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s the way he acts so calm, when on the inside, he’s dark and brooding. It’s his body. It’s the way he touches me, kisses me, and holds me. He’s so fucking warm. Yet, it all feels so wrong. It feels forbidden. If we get caught by Susan, will his business go awry? Will she make my life a living hell?

Probably.

But that’s not stopping me… yet. There’s an undeniable pull about him and I can’t let go. I cum thinking about him tonight. I stay up all night with my legs enclosed over my hands. I’m dripping wet. It won’t stop. And when I close my eyes, I dream of intense heat, steam-filled rooms, and his powerful body, towering over me.

The next morning, I can barely wake up. I look at the clock and I’m already two minutes late. “Shit!” I exclaim. I jump out of bed, hair all frizzy and insane. I grab the clothes I wore yesterday and put them on. I look in the mirror. I’m a total wreck. “Fuck. Me,” I sigh. Well, it has to do. I’m fucking late and I don’t want Hanson getting pissed at me because I fuck the boss every now and then.

I drive over, going at least sixty miles per hour. I park in the driveway and jump out of the car. When I run in the garage, I’m completely out of breath. I look crazy, I know it. “I’m sorry!” I announce. “My phone. I must have hit snooze.”

Hanson looks over at me, and shrugs. “Stay an extra ten minutes after. It’s no big deal,” he says.

“Yeah, glad you’re safe,” Michael says.

“Okay…” I sit down quietly and eye Michael. He doesn’t look at me at all.

I grab my tools and start drilling. I do everything I need to do, getting more work done than I ever have. Still, he hasn’t said a word to me. What the fuck? I think to myself. Why is he ignoring me?

As the day progresses, I get more and more pissed off. This time, Michael goes to get food and I’m stuck with Hanson. There’s a huge purgatory of silence, until finally, I ask him, “What’s up with Michael?”

“Michael? What do you mean?” he laughs.

“I don’t know.” I lower my gaze and think for a second. “He just seems distant, right? Is it in my head?”

“I would just suggest finishing the work that you have and not thinking about those things. Michael gets into moods. He’s got a life full of heavy responsibilities,” he says

“Yeah, but he hasn’t said a word to me,” I say, feeling a bit let down. What was last night if it wasn’t something? Or am I just crazy for thinking it was anything except for a good fuck?

“Why do you care so much?” he asks. He holds back a faint smile, but his ears are waiting for something juicy to hear.

“No reason,” I say. I go back to work, but now, Hanson won’t stop staring at me. Finally, I have to just put everything down. “What? Why do you keep looking at me?”

“Because. Something is going on right now,” he says.

“Nothing is going on right now, actually,” I correct him with a hard lie.

He just shakes his head and laughs. He flat out asks me, “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

“That’s a little inappropriate, don’t you think?” But I’m blushing and I know I’m giving myself away.

“You fucked him and now you’re feeling weird about things.” He laughs and claps his hands on the desk he’s shaping. “Wow, I have to give it to you two. That happened pretty damn fast.”

“I never said we had sex! I was just asking a simple question,” I exclaim. At this point, however, I’m bright red and completely embarrassed. I wish I hadn’t said anything to Hanson. Now, it’s going to be a whole thing at work.

“No need to get so defensive,” he says. “If you didn’t do the crime, you didn’t do it. I don’t really care either way.”

“Good. Now, leave me alone.” I smile.

“Leave her alone, Hanson!” Michael’s booming voice comes in through the garage door. He walks in with lunch and sits down. “What is he doing now?” he asks me.

“Nothing.” I shake my head. “He’s just being a brat, as usual.”

“Typical,” Michael says. He places his hand on my thigh, in a friendly gesture, but removes it after Hanson sees him doing it. Hanson’s eyes widen.

“She’s mad that you haven’t said a word to her all day,” he says.

My head turns faster than a bullet shot out of a rifle. I glare at him with all the malice in the world. I mouth the words, Do not, and say, “I have no idea what he’s talking about, but it’s not the truth.”

“Are you really mad at me for not talking to you?” Michael asks.

I hang my head in shame. “I could care less what you do, Michael.” I sigh.

Hanson stands up and extends his hands in peace. “I’m just messing with you. She didn’t say anything of the sort,” he says.

“So, you’re just being a dick, as usual. Got it,” Michael says. Hanson frowns and grabs the food from him.

“At least there’s pizza,” he says.

Michael ignores him and looks at me. He motions for me to follow him inside. “Hanson, I’m going to check on Lisa real quick. Hold down the fort,” he says.

“Sure thing.”

I walk in behind him and shut the door. Lisa is sitting calmly on her bed, writing in her diary. When she looks up at Michael, we know almost immediately that we’re imposing on her. “Sorry,” he says. “Just checking in.”

“It’s fine,” she says.

When he looks at his daughter, his eyes look happy and full of life. His body seems to light up and his face is prideful. Lisa looks at him like he is everything. I sort of know the feeling, unfortunately. He’s perfect. Perfectly unavailable.

“So… what was it you wanted to show me?” I ask.

Again, he motions for me to follow him to a separate area of the house. We enter the kitchen, the first time I’ve seen it, and he leans against a counter. “Well, you have a wonderful kitchen.” I laugh.

“Come here,” he says. “I’ve been dying to see you.”

“It’s only been hours,” I say, but I’m moving toward him without any hesitance.

“I still can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers.

I fall into his arms, feeling them clasp around my waist. I lower my face and our lips meet, bringing the warmth I had thought I had lost, back into my body. I admit, “I can’t either,” as I lower my head onto his chest.

It’s a revelation I don’t want to utter out loud, but I can’t help how I feel. It’s been tearing at me all night. He’s the hottest guy on the planet, by far, and he wants me. I’m just some damaged girl who fled her crazy ex to start a new life. I’ve never felt like I was anything special, but to him, I am. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. I can feel it by the way he touches me.

But a question begs to be answered. Will this sentiment last? Dennis used to say all those things. He used to be sweeter than syrup to me. Then, about a year into the relationship, everything changed. Things got real. Personalities came to the forefront and our true selves were revealed. Unfortunately, he took me with a grain of salt. Now, I’m here, crumbling before another man.

“It’s dangerous,” I reply.

“I didn’t want to say anything today because I didn’t want to come off as too obvious. You know how Hanson is,” he says.

“It’s okay.” I kiss him.

“No. It’s not. I should know how to act around you, but sometimes I don’t know the protocol. Wanting someone this much, desiring someone this much, is new to me. Even with Susan, there wasn’t this much need. I need to feel you again, Emily. I need to taste you. I need to—”

“I need you too, but this is bad, Michael,” I say. “Where can this lead to? Nowhere good, right? I mean, you have a child to take care of. You have Susan to deal with, and the business you own together. I don’t fit into the equation.”

“Fuck all that. If things work, they work. You know that’s how it goes,” he says. “I don’t want to have to think about any of that. I just want to think about you bending over this kitchen counter. I want to think about how good you’ll feel underneath me.”

His hand falls to the center of my pants. I feel myself grow warm, dewy, and moist. My breathing quickens and I’m forced to take a step back. “You’re wet,” he says. “Aren’t you?”

I don’t know how to react. My heart is beating so fast. I just nod, slowly, while fidgeting with my fingers. He smiles when I nod. “Show me,” he says.

Again, I don’t say a word. I slowly unzip my pants and slide them down to my thighs. “Turn around,” he says. I turn around and bend over the kitchen counter for him. He moves closer to me, standing right behind me. He runs his hand down, from my neck to my panties, and pulls the white cotton all the way down to my ankles.

My skin grows tight as I feel his hand move toward my pussy. Goose bumps press up against my skin. The dripping wetness slides down my leg, as he kisses the top of my ass, unable to help himself. His palm moves flat and firm against my lips. I let out a deep moan of ecstatic anticipation, waiting for him. Just waiting.

“God damn. You’re so wet, baby,” he moans.

I reach down and pull up my panties. I push against him with my ass. He steps back in disbelief. “Later,” I tell him. “Not right now. We have work to do and I’m hungry.”

He’s holding the center of his jeans. The imprint of his massive cock is on proud display, right in front of me. I stare at it and breathe heavily. It’s crazy how much he turns me on and just how much I specifically turn him on. As I walk back into the garage, I have a big smile on my face.

“She’s cute, huh?” Hanson asks.

“What?” I sit down and get back to work.

“Lisa. His little girl. She’s cute,” he mutters.

“Oh yeah.” I laugh. “She’s the best.”

Michael comes in next. Tonight, he’ll invite me into his house. I’ll slip out of my dress and he’ll take me into bed. This is our dirty secret, and I have to admit, I love keeping it.