Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Richard lay sprawled on his back, snoring like a freight train after his climax. I eased out of bed, thighs pressed tight, and practically ran to the bathroom.
The shower washed away the physical evidence but not the crushing guilt. I'd just slept with my husband's father. While Ethan was away building his career, I'd betrayed him in the worst possible way - with his own dad.
Hot tears mixed with the shower spray as I curled into a ball under the water, my body shaking with silent sobs.
When the water ran cold, I crept back to Richard's room. He was still dead to the world. Biting my lip, I carefully pulled his boxers back up, the musky scent of our betrayal clinging to the air. Then I slipped away like a thief in the night.
Next morning, I bolted from the house before sunrise. The office was a ghost town when I arrived.
I sat frozen at my desk for hours, my mind replaying last night on a loop. By the time coworkers started trickling in, my work was a disaster zone of typos and half-finished reports.
Around noon, I finally gave up and stepped out - straight into Alexander's waiting arms.
The bullpen had emptied for lunch. His hungry eyes traveled down to my heaving chest as he purred, "Made your decision yet, Victoria?"
I swallowed hard, staring at my shoes. "Still thinking it over, sir."
That cocky smirk appeared. "Clock's ticking. Wouldn't want Jennifer from accounting snatching that corner office out from under you, would you?"
My throat closed up. Five years of 80-hour weeks to get here. One night versus a lifetime of success - the math seemed simple.
But Ethan... if he ever found out I'd fucked my way to the top? I couldn't bear to imagine the look in his eyes.
As I hesitated, Alexander brushed past me into my office. Like a moth to flame, I followed, clicking the door shut behind us.
He leaned in, nostrils flaring as he inhaled my shampoo. "Two months without your husband... those must be some lonely nights."
I stayed mute, my pulse hammering.
"Rumor has it your father-in-law's in town." His breath hit my ear. "Man and woman alone in that big house... with an appetite like yours? Bet you've already sampled the merchandise."
Last night's memories turned my cheeks nuclear. "That's - that's inappropriate," I stammered.
"Is it?" His fingers traced my flaming skin. "Months without sex, a man just down the hall... be shocked if you hadn't jumped him already."
I shrunk back, trembling like a leaf.
Without warning, his hand groped my breast, squeezing with a vulgar grin. "These weren't so... generous when you started here. Guess they plump up with attention. Like perfect stress balls - your husband's a lucky bastard."
I gasped, slapping at his wrist. He withdrew - only to slide his other hand up my skirt.
My panties were already soaked. His lips grazed my ear. "You say no, but this pussy's singing a different tune. One touch and you're leaking like a faucet. What a perfect little slut."
His fingers teased me through the fabric. My knees buckled, my body betraying me as I melted against him.
When he pulled his glistening fingers free, he shoved them between my lips. My own taste flooded my mouth - salty, shameful. After I'd licked them clean, his hand dove back under my skirt, slipping past my panties to finger me properly.
I'd already fallen with Richard. What was one more step into the abyss?
Shaking like a junkie, I clung to Alexander, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Okay... tonight. Just... please stop. I can't... I can't think straight."