“Evan,” she says, whispering my name as if it’s a question.

She wants me, although she knows we shouldn’t do this. Fuck, I know she’s going to question this. Maybe even regret it. But she just needs to feel me again; she needs this as much as I do.

I press the head of my dick against her opening and slide myself through her slick folds, teasing her and watching as her eyes close tight. She squirms when I just barely touch her clit.

So close.

“Evan,” she whispers again and this time it’s a plea. One I can satisfy.

In one swift stroke I slam into her all the way to the hilt, making her scream out.

Her blunt nails dig into my shoulders as her body is forced against the wall and her head falls back.

I kiss her throat ravenously, desperate to taste her, but not willing to mute the sounds of pleasure she’s making.

My thrusts are primal, ruthless. I take from her over and over. Each time her back hits the wall, her whimpers get louder and louder.

Her grip tightens as my balls draw up. My spine tingles with the need to release, but I need her to find hers with me. I’m desperate to feel her walls tighten around my cock. Desperate to feel her pulsing and lost in pleasure.

The moment I think I can’t take any more, she gives me what I need. Screaming out my name as her orgasm rips through her body.

“Fuck,” I groan into the crook of her neck. My dick pulses and I come hard, buried deep inside of her. My heart hammers hard and fast and refuses to stop as she clings to me for dear life. A cold sweat lines my skin. Her eyes are closed and her teeth are digging into her bottom lip when I finally look at her.

“I love you, Kat,” I whisper as I pull away from her, finally breathing and starting to come down from the highest high.

“I love …” Kat starts to reply, but she doesn’t finish. She doesn’t look me in the eyes.

She’s so ashamed to love me, she can’t even say it back.

Kat

I don’t know what I’m more ashamed about as I carelessly toss the throw blanket over one arm of the sofa and force myself get up, still feeling the ache between my thighs.

The fact that I fucked my husband.

Or the fact that I then refused to go to bed with him.

Not that I told him so much. I hid behind work and then snuck out here to the living room. I didn’t sleep on the sofa for more than a few hours. Maybe that’s all I’m entitled to for being so weak and falling right into his arms the moment he pulled me in.