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I leaned in close, chest pressed to her back. “But you are.”

Her moans cracked off the walls. Her ass bounced back into me, rippling. Her nails clutched the edge of the counter like she was scared she might scream.

She didn’t care. Not really. If she did, she would’ve made me stop. But she wanted this just like I did. Needed it.

“I want you to cum on this dick,” I growled. “And I want him to hear you.”

Her pussy clamped down like it heard me loud and clear. She choked out a cry, her body shaking. Her juices coated my dick and she was loud, messy for me.

“Don’t slow down on me because you got yours, better make me cum. Your husband should be coming back.”

I spread her ass cheeks and pushed deeper and stopped moving.

She started popping her ass, fucking me.

Look at you, getting aggressive with it. You want this nut, fuck me harder.

She sped up, winding her waist.

My nut crawled up my shaft like my soul was leaving and my spine tingled.

I nutted in her, one hand gripping her throat from the back, gritting my teeth, trying not to say her name out loud.

“Hey, babe?” Mark’s voice came from the other side of the door.

I hurried and pulled out of her, leaving my nut leaking onto their kitchen floor and pulled up my gym shorts, pulled her skirt down while she tried to catch her breath and wipe her face with the back of her hand. She hurried to sit down. Her legs were visiblytrembling.

I smirked as I took a few steps away from her.

Mark walked in, eyes going straight to her. “You good, babe? You look hot.”

“She’s good,” I answered for her, walking over, grabbing the papers like they mattered. “Appreciate you for these. I’m heading out.”

I turned at the door just before leaving, added one more thing.

“Oh—and I hired your wife.”

Mark blinked. “Hired? When?”

“This weekend? She didn’t tell you?” I smirked. “She’s going to be helping me flip a couple houses. Starting Monday. I expect her bright and early.”

I looked right at her.

“That’s right, Zane, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah—right,” she stuttered, smoothing her hand over her thighs. She looked like she was about to bust out crying.

“Bright and early Monday,” I repeated. “Wouldn’t want to have to come get you.” I laughed. Then walked out like I didn’t just fuck his wife five feet from his face.

And I didn’t feel guilty.

Not even a little.

Chapter 19- Zane

The door clicked shut behind Sam like nothing had happened. Like my knees weren’t still shaking under this table. Like I didn’t have his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh while Mark poured himself a glass of some expensive alcohol. I needed a glass. My heart still hadn’t slowed—I felt like a live wire was active in my body.

“You okay?” Mark asked again. “You seemed… flushed.”