"And did you get to talk to your husband last night about taking a trip with me?" Morgan Brewer came in first thing that morning and propped himself on the corner of Faith's desk. She tried hard not to stare at the outline of his cock in his khaki pants, but it proved difficult.She nodded, forcing herself to look into his eyes. "I did, and he said it was all right with him. We're just curious about the specifics. You know, room, food, my job here."After Selby took her bent over his counter, they both decided it was best to just close up shop and spend the rest of the day home in bed. They turned their phones off and left their clothes piled on the floor. When they weren't having sex, they talked about everything going on in their lives and Morgan's request for her company on his trip west was one of them.Morgan shrugged. "Edwin will deal with it while you're gone, although you'll probably have a mess to clean up when you get back. The company will cover expenses, and I'll add some h
But, Faith couldn't stop thinking about it. Nor could she deny the wetness that grew between her legs, the warmth that was building to distraction. Isn't this what she told him she wanted? To be his whenever or wherever he wanted. The only rule was that it wasn't to interfere with Selby's time. And Edwin wanted her, right there, right then. Surely, he knew the risks and would account for their protection. He'd be just as worried about getting caught as she was. He had more to lose.Wouldn't he?It was a bluff. Surely, it had to be a bluff. Yet, he hadn't bluffed so far. Perhaps, it was just a test to see if she meant what she said.She couldn't think. She glanced at her watch. Nine. Everyone would have already been there for whatever they needed and left.No. She shook her head. She couldn't allow those thoughts. It was way too risky. Work. That was it. Focus on work.She printed out the job list, picked it up off the printer, and headed for the door. "I'll be back." She tried to slow
Selby reached into his briefcase and pulled out the picture of Chelsea he retrieved from his home office that morning. He wasn't sure why he went and pulled the picture from the album. He just felt compelled. It was probably due to everything that was going on with Faith. As he glanced down at the picture in his hand, he remembered with vivid clarity what overtook him eighteen years ago. Tracey said he hadn't lost himself, but rather had found who he was inside. He struggled ever since with whether or not she had been right. As he thought back to his college years, specifically his time with Chelsea, he knew the sex was extreme and addicting, even the humiliating aspects of it. Yet, it was during those brief months that he had the most intense orgasms.With a sigh, he slipped the picture back into his briefcase. He picked up his Grumpy mug and sipped the lukewarm coffee. Work was the last place he wanted to be. The mood he was in required the sandy beach and a cold beer. Sooner or lat
Faith locked up her desk and shut down her computer. The day was over, and she was ready for her deck and a glass of wine. Cherish had been in another of her mad-at-the-world phases and refused to talk to Faith even if Faith spoke first. When the ice queen finally went home a few moments ago, it was as if a shroud lifted and life could begin again.Locking her office door, Faith went past Edwin's office, which was already locked and dark. She stopped in front of the door, knowing a smile pushed upward on her cheeks. He hadn't even said goodbye for the day. She shook her head, shocked that it mattered."It's just a game," she whispered to herself as she turned and made her way to the back door. One more weekday before the weekend and Faith wasn't sure if she was excited or depressed. While a weekend was a much-needed break from her work and her sister, it was also two agonizing days away from Edwin's hands. She didn't know what he planned next, but she was dying to find out.As she unlo
He smiled at her as she slid from his truck, and then he drove off, leaving her alone behind an abandoned motel with the taste of him on her lips. Her heart did a drum line in her chest as the entire situation cascaded over her, and a grin decorated her face. And then she giggled. And giggled. Then, she busted out in triumphant laughter. She had dared to do something she would have fainted from a few short months ago.Still laughing, she slid back into her small truck and headed home. She contemplated what she would tell Selby about being late. It would excite him she did it, but also upset him at the dangerous location. The adrenaline of what had only been a fifteen-minute adventure still streamed through her when she pulled into her garage.The front of the house was quiet when she dropped her purse and keys on the bench by the front door. Selby's briefcase was already there. Passing into the kitchen, she heard music playing from the back deck. She could smell hot food—lasagna?—but t
Selby straightened a little and kissed the top of her head. Placing his index finger under her chin, he lifted her face and gazed into her eyes. "You'll be great." Softly, he tasted her lips, eyes closed, his breathing heavy. He felt her hand slide up his arm to squeeze his bicep as she tenderly returned his kiss.Selby turned her slightly, his arms wrapping around her. She continued the circle until she knelt on the step below him. Their lips never parted. He slid his tongue between her hungry lips, tasting her passion, her heart. He glided his hands up and down her back, pressing, massaging. He could feel her hands on his thighs, rubbing with the desire that burned between them. With a hunger, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.As her lip slid from his mouth, he felt her kiss down his chin and throat as her hands pressed down his abdomen to his waistband, fumbling with the buttons. He leaned back against the wooden steps, giving her more room. She took it, and soon, her hand st
"A dress? On Friday?" Selby finished running the towel through his hair as he gawked at his wife as she put on the finishing touches of a tan business dress. "I thought Fridays were all about being casual and comfy. What gives?"Faith weaved the belt through the loops as she checked herself out in the mirror. Not bad if she did say so herself. "I was told to wear a dress today, so a dress it is.""Told, huh? Edwin is getting into his role, I see." Selby walked over to her with a smirk on his face. The towel dangled in one hand as he lifted the hem of her dress with the other and exposed her bare pussy. His smile widened. "The only reason to ask a lady to wear a dress. Easy access." He let the hem fall back into place as he tossed the towel onto the bathroom counter. "Are we planning some workday frolic?"Faith brushed the dress back into place, smoothing it out where Selby had lifted it. "To be honest, I don't know what he has planned. That's the point of the game, to allow him to call
Selby locked his car and slipped the keys into his front pocket. It was time for a steak bagel from Joe's. Faith had left so early and in such a hurry this morning that breakfast seemed a moot point. As he turned and started across the street, he caught a glimpse of Tracey coming out the side door that led to the kitchen, her arms across her chest. Her face seemed twisted in rage, and Selby wondered what Joe said to her to get her so irritated that early in the morning. However, as Selby continued walking toward her, the man he saw her with the other day followed her out of the bakery, his arms gesturing wildly at whatever he tried to articulate. From the looks of Tracey, she wasn't buying any of it. Selby was about to turn and skip his breakfast, when he saw the tall man grab her and spin her around. It was obvious he yelled at her.Selby sped up his pace. He had left her alone the other day, but not today, not with the man's behavior. "Tracey, you okay?"As soon as the other man hea