I couldn’t get enough of Carson. I’d seen him Saturday for a marathon sex session where no body part was left untouched, no desire left unsatisfied, and now I wanted more; it was all I could think about. But it was only Tuesday, and I wouldn’t be able to see him again until at least Saturday, maybe longer, depending on Quinn’s schedule.

Now that it was November, and Oregon State was out of contention for winning the Pac-12, Rick was focusing a lot more on just Oregon, meaning Quinn had to work fewer late nights and super long Saturdays. It was cutting into the time when Carson and I could get together safely.

I texted Carson on my lunch break.

Carson’s apartment was twenty minutes farther from Nike than ours. I might have to leave a little early to get there by six, given rush-hour traffic.

I picked up my phone and called Quinn.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know I have to work late tonight,” I said, filing my voice with remorse as I did the one thing I had sworn I’d never do.

“Oh, how late?”

“I don’t know … probably ‘til at least seven, maybe later. We have a big project we are presenting at the staff meeting tomorrow, and it’s not anywhere near ready.”

“Oh man, I was going to cook that tortellini soup you love so much.”

“I’m sorry, that sounds amazing, but I’ll probably order pizza or something for the team.”

“Look at you, sounding all official ordering dinner for the team.” Quinn laughed.

“I just hope they make it official soon. They’ve had the applications for over a month now, and I haven’t heard a peep.”

“Don’t worry, babe. Of course you’ll get it … you’ve been killing it lately.”

“Thanks, I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes, so I’ve got to go,” I lied. “Sorry about tonight, I’ll call you when I’m on my way home.”

“I love you, Chloe.”

“I love you, too.”

The conversation with Quinn almost made me change my mind. I was a terrible person. I was worse than terrible—despicable—and I knew it. I put my head in my hands and hunched over my desk. I had already jumped down the rabbit hole, there was no going back now, but my conscious kept popping up and making me feel guilty. I was now that person. The one who lied about having to work so they could fuck their lover, and I didn’t like the feeling it gave me.

I’d had the same thoughts a hundred times. Maybe I should end it now, maybe I could get out before any real damage was done, maybe if I stopped now, no one would get hurt. But then a memory of Carson would float through my mind, my thighs would clench, and I’d forget all about stopping. This time was no different—a shiver went down my spine at the memories from Saturday. But Quinn...

“Chloe…” I visibly jumped at the sound of Chelsy’s voice. I lifted my head and saw Sean’s intern standing next to my desk, giving me a strange look.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, I just have a little headache,” I replied.

“Sean wants to see you.” I opened my calendar to schedule a meeting with him.

“When?”

“Right now.”

“Oh okay.” I was sure I looked as surprised as I felt.

“Are you busy?”

“Nothing that can’t wait a few minutes.” I locked my computer screen and stood up, straightened my dress, and tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

“Okay great!” She sounded excited about it, like she had expected me to say no.

I was anxiously awaiting any word about the application process, so I wasn’t going to turn down a meeting with Sean, even if it meant putting my ever-growing to-do list on hold for a few minutes.

I followed Chelsy to Sean’s office. He was on the phone, and I waited outside until he waved me in, finishing up the call as he motioned for me to take a seat.

“Hello, Chloe. Thanks for meeting me on such short notice,” he said, straightening a pile of papers on his desk.

“Of course,” I replied. I felt like I should say more, but I was nervous and wasn’t sure what was going to come out of my mouth, so I just waited in awkward silence until Sean continued.

“How is the team doing?”

“Great, sir,” He glared at me, and I remembered his earlier request to call him Sean. “I mean, Sean. They are doing great. We’ll be ready to present sketches of some of the spring line at staff meeting tomorrow.”

“That’s good to hear, and you, how are you doing?”

“Good.” I kept it brief, didn’t want to complain about my workload. “Things are going well; I think I’ve finally got my feet under me and the team seems to be adjusting well.”

“Great. That’s what I needed to hear. The hiring process is taking a bit longer than we had hoped, and I just got word that it’ll probably be another couple months before we make a final decision. Interviews likely won’t start until December sometime.”

“Oh…” I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice. “May I ask what the delay is?”

“I wish I could tell you,” He shook his head like he was a frustrated. “I’ve been pushing to get things moving. I wanted someone in place by now, but I keep getting push back from people above me. I don’t know what the issue seems to be, but I wanted to keep you in the loop, since it directly impacts you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

“Keep up the good work. I think everyone has been impressed with your leadership so far.”

“Thank you,” I said again.

“That’s everything,” Sean said, and I stood up to leave. “Chloe?”

“Yes?” I turned back around, my hand still on the doorknob.

“Take the day off on Friday. I know you’ve been working lots of late nights; you deserve it.”

“I’ll do that. Thank you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked back to my desk. I had expected the worst. The waiting was killing me, but at least now I knew I wasn’t out of the running.

When I sat back down at my desk, I had a sad emoji text from Quinn, and the soul searching I had been doing before Chelsy interrupted me came back in full force. I had to end this now. I couldn’t meet Carson tonight.

I giggled at his idiotic joke. Then remembered I was supposed to be ending things and got more serious.

Even as I typed and sent the words, I didn’t feel the conviction behind them. I was weak, and Carson knew if he pushed me I’d fold, like I always did. My phone vibrated in my hand, and I looked down to see Carson calling me.

“Damn it, Carson,” I whispered under my breath. I stood up and looked around, and then jogged into the nearest empty conference room. I shut the door behind me before I answered. “What?” I said, trying to sound annoyed.

“Don’t get all sassy with me,” he said.

“Carson, I’m at work, what do you want?”

“You, sitting on my face, moaning my name as I fuck you with my mouth.” A wave of desire rolled through me at his words. Goddamn it, why did he always know just what to say? “You sprawled out on my bed, biting your lip, my hands on your beautiful body, my—”

“Stop,” I cut him off. “I get it.”

“So you're still coming over then?”

“No.”

“Are you wet right now?”

“What? No!” I blushed, even though he couldn’t see me.

“That’s a yes.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has to do with everything, babe. I’ll see you at six.” Carson hung up before I could respond.

Carson was right, and at 5:50, I pulled my car into the parking lot of his apartment building. The door opened almost before I knocked. Carson stood there, still in his polo and dress pants from work, the biggest grin I’d ever seen on his face.

“I thought you weren’t coming?” He laughed.

“Shut up and let me in,” I snapped.

“Whoa,” Carson backed up from me a few steps. “Someone is feisty.” I glared at him. I was on edge about this. It was different knowing that Quinn was at home, thinking I was at work, waiting for me to come home, and it made me nervous. Carson walked over to me and ran a finger down my cheek. “It’s okay, I like feisty,” he whispered.

Carson leaned down and kissed me, gently at first, then he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me harder. He ran his hands down my arms, pushing my cardigan to floor before he reached down and pulled my dress over my head in one motion, leaving me in my high-heeled, knee-high boots, bra, and panties. Carson took a step back, looked me up and down, and ran a hand through his hair. I bit my lip coyly and bent down to take off my boots.

“Oh, fuck no, leave those on, they are hot as hell,” Carson said. I yelped when he picked me and carried me down the hall to his bedroom. He threw me on the bed and stood there looking at me like he’d never get enough. The look in his eyes sent a tingle down my spine and straight to my core.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to take off your clothes and join me?” Carson jumped on the bed on top of me. “You didn’t take off your clothes!” I squealed from underneath him.

“That okay, my clothes don’t matter right now,” His breath was hot against my neck, as he trailed kisses down my collarbone before he pulled my bra down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. My back arched off the bed, and I moaned at the contact. He kissed down my stomach, tasting every inch of skin until he reached the top of my panties.

He kissed over the silky fabric before he pulled it to the side and slid a finger inside me. I moaned again.

“Have you been this wet all day?” Carson asked. “God, I love how your body responds to just my words. I love how wet you get for me.”

His words sent my mind reeling. I had heard Quinn say the exact same thing before. The thought of Quinn was an unwelcome visitor.

“Stop talking,” I said.

“So demanding,” Carson teased, his finger moving in and out of me lazily.

“There are way better uses for your mouth.”

“Like this?” he asked and flicked his tongue over my clit.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Like that.” He did it again. “Just like that.” My hands fisted around his sheets as he slipped another finger inside me. His tongue and fingers moved in unison, bringing me closer to the edge.

“Oh my God, Carson,” I moaned, as my eyes closed and my head rolled back.

I felt the pleasure between my legs grow until every muscle in my body contracted and my orgasm washed over me.

Carson hooked his thumbs in my panties and pulled them off as he stood up off the bed and made quick work of his clothes, dropping them in a pile at the foot of the bed before he crawled back over me.

My breathing was erratic, and my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. Carson made me feel like a drug addict. I couldn’t get enough of him, I always needed more, just one more hit, just one more taste. I bit my lip and stared up into his deep blue eyes.

“God, you make me crazy,” he whispered before he bent down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He grabbed my waist and rolled us over, so I was on top of him, our faces just inches apart. I could feel his heart beating against mine, pounding fast and steady, and it lit a fire in me.

I shifted and slid down on his cock, eliciting a growl from Carson. I pushed off his chest so I was sitting, my knees on either side of his body. I sat there, adjusting to the fullness of him buried deep inside me.

“Are you trying to torture me?” Carson asked.

“Maybe.” I smiled.

“It’s working,” he said. I laughed, and then moved my body up and down, slowly sliding on and off his cock. Carson’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned. I swirled my hips in a circle, first in one direction and then the other.

“Holy fuck, Chloe.” Carson breathed. “You feel so good.”

I picked up speed and Carson arched his hips off the bed, his thrusts meeting mine.

“Oh God,” I moaned. Carson gripped my hips and held me in place, thrusting. I leaned back and enjoyed the ride. He ran his hands up my back and pulled me down, so we were face to face again. When he thrust again, pleasure rippled through me, the change in angle hitting my g-spot.

“Jesus Christ, that feels amazing,” I whispered. Carson held me in place, his hands strong on my back as he fucked me. With every thrust, the pleasure built, higher and higher. A string of incoherent words tumbled out of my mouth as I came, my body clenching around Carson’s.

“Oh fuck, Chloe,” Carson yelled, when he came seconds later. I rolled off Carson and laid on the bed. When I realized I was still in my bra and boots, I laughed out loud.

“What?” Carson turned and looked at me.

“I look fucking ridiculous.”

“False. You look hot as fuck.” I noticed the clock on the nightstand behind his head; it was after seven.

“Shit, I’ve got to go,” I said. Carson grabbed my arm when I tried to roll off the bed.

“I wish you could stay.”

“Well, I can’t.” I couldn’t let my mind go down that road, couldn’t think about if I wanted to stay or not. I had to go home to my husband. I pulled my panties back on and walked back out into the living room, pulled my dress over my head, and picked up my phone off the table. I already had a missed call from Quinn. Carson came into the living room, wearing a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else.

“When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know. Maybe this weekend. I have Friday off, but I don’t know what Quinn’s schedule is like. It’s been all over the place lately.” I swung my purse over my shoulder and pulled open the door.

“I want just one night,” he said. “One chance to spend the whole night with you.” Damn him. He made me want to close the door, turn around, spend the night with him, and deal with the consequences tomorrow. But I couldn’t, and he knew it.

“Sorry, you know that’s not how this works.”

“A guy can dream.”

“I’ve got to go. See you later.” I didn’t wait for a response before I walked out, shutting the door behind me.

Quinn was watching one of those custom car shows when I got home half an hour later.

“Hey babe,” he said when I walked in, but didn’t look up from the TV.

“Hi, sorry I’m so late.”

“That’s okay.” He shrugged. “Did you get everything done for the meeting tomorrow?”

“Yeah, everything is ready to go.” It wasn’t a total lie, seeing as everything was ready for the meeting … it had just been ready since four o’clock.

“Do you want some Chinese? I didn’t eat it all,” Quinn said, lifting a container from the coffee table. My stomach growled at the sight.

“Yeah, I’m starving.” I sat down on the couch by him and ate the rest of his beef and broccoli and an egg roll.

When I was done, I leaned back onto the couch and closed my eyes for a moment. Quinn ran a hand up my thigh, under my dress, and my eyes snapped open. I stood up suddenly. Quinn looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

“I’m going to change my clothes,” I said. “I’ve had these boots on for way too long today.”

Once in our bedroom, I took off my boots, pulled my dress off, and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I was standing in nothing but my panties when I heard Quinn come in the room. He walked up and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the back of my neck and ran his hands over my bare breasts.

My body reacted involuntarily, but my mind protested loudly. I couldn’t do this, not with my panties still wet and Carson’s cum still inside me. I pulled a T-shirt over my head and pulled it down, pushing Quinn’s hands with it. I turned around and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“I have a headache,” I lied. I played the oldest card in the book and reached a new low in this twisted game I was playing. “I’m sorry.” Quinn looked disappointed but shrugged and gave me another kiss.

“It’s okay. You’re mine for life, I’ll get plenty of other chances.” He grinned, and my heart broke in two. I was a monster.