Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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Alexander didn't even acknowledge my begging. His thick fingers pushed into me without hesitation, working me over with ruthless expertise.
Pleasure rolled through me in relentless waves, washing away any last shred of resistance. My arms wrapped around his neck on their own, one leg lifting to give him better access.
I was so wet it dripped down my thighs, pooling on the floor beneath us. The office air grew heavy with the musky scent of sex.
"Sir, I—I can't take it," I gasped, daring to drag my fingers down his toned chest. When I reached for his belt, he caught my wrist and pressed my palm against the hard length straining against his slacks.
He was huge—bigger than Richard.
My face burned. The memory of Richard taking me in my sleep last night still clung to me, my body sore. If Alexander had me tonight, I probably wouldn't walk right tomorrow.
A flicker of fear rose, but two months without this drowned it out. I needed him.
Ethan, I'm sorry. I don't want this… but I'm still a woman.
The silent apology did nothing to ease the guilt as I arched into his touch.
"Sir… please… I need you inside me," I begged, squirming. My stockings stuck to my damp skin, uncomfortable and tight.
Then—just like that—he pulled away, adjusting his clothes with a smirk. "Patience. My place. I'll show you something much better."
The sudden emptiness ached. Biting my lip, I nodded, my gaze locked on the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Clean yourself up. We leave soon." He wiped his fingers with a tissue, gave me one last dismissive look, and walked out.
Alone, shame twisted in my gut. To him, I was just a toy—something to use. And yet, my body still pulsed for him.
I'm disgusting.
A terrible wife.
I slapped myself, the sharp pain cutting through the haze. My wedding ring glinted under the light, dousing the fire inside me.
But Ethan had been gone for months. He was only human. Maybe he'd found comfort too. Maybe right now, he was buried inside some other woman, giving her what he used to give me.
The thought numbed the guilt.
I twisted off the ring. No more pretending. Tonight, I'd stop denying what I needed.
After wiping my thighs clean, I called Richard. "Don't wait up. I'm working late."
Pleasure rolled through me in relentless waves, washing away any last shred of resistance. My arms wrapped around his neck on their own, one leg lifting to give him better access.
I was so wet it dripped down my thighs, pooling on the floor beneath us. The office air grew heavy with the musky scent of sex.
"Sir, I—I can't take it," I gasped, daring to drag my fingers down his toned chest. When I reached for his belt, he caught my wrist and pressed my palm against the hard length straining against his slacks.
He was huge—bigger than Richard.
My face burned. The memory of Richard taking me in my sleep last night still clung to me, my body sore. If Alexander had me tonight, I probably wouldn't walk right tomorrow.
A flicker of fear rose, but two months without this drowned it out. I needed him.
Ethan, I'm sorry. I don't want this… but I'm still a woman.
The silent apology did nothing to ease the guilt as I arched into his touch.
"Sir… please… I need you inside me," I begged, squirming. My stockings stuck to my damp skin, uncomfortable and tight.
Then—just like that—he pulled away, adjusting his clothes with a smirk. "Patience. My place. I'll show you something much better."
The sudden emptiness ached. Biting my lip, I nodded, my gaze locked on the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Clean yourself up. We leave soon." He wiped his fingers with a tissue, gave me one last dismissive look, and walked out.
Alone, shame twisted in my gut. To him, I was just a toy—something to use. And yet, my body still pulsed for him.
I'm disgusting.
A terrible wife.
I slapped myself, the sharp pain cutting through the haze. My wedding ring glinted under the light, dousing the fire inside me.
But Ethan had been gone for months. He was only human. Maybe he'd found comfort too. Maybe right now, he was buried inside some other woman, giving her what he used to give me.
The thought numbed the guilt.
I twisted off the ring. No more pretending. Tonight, I'd stop denying what I needed.
After wiping my thighs clean, I called Richard. "Don't wait up. I'm working late."
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