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dislikes.
     
    Our affair had become a relationship of sorts. It was unconventional but so were we. I knew that I was sleeping with a man who frequently broke the law and he knew that I was married. Our circumstances were different and challenging but they were no match for the desire we had for one another. Jack didn’t kill or hurt people, he just used the system to his advantage to make more money. I didn’t care what he did as long as he kept making me feel the way I did when I was with him.
     
    He liked to be in control in the bedroom and out but I didn’t mind. He took charge in a way that wasn’t abrasive or offensive. He could talk his way into anything. I’d grown to trust him.
     
    We talked a little about me leaving Brett. I told him that I had a plan and had been collecting evidence to blackmail him into leaving me alone. Jack wasn’t sure that it would be enough to get him to leave me alone. He thought that when I tried to leave Brett he would get violent, but I told him that we’d known each other forever and that I didn’t think he would hurt me. Jack changed the subject after that, agreeing to disagree.
     
    Jack was like that though, he liked that I had an opinion even if it was different from his. Our arguments turned into sex and there was nothing like having sex with Jack when he was feeling combative. It was rough and primal but I enjoyed every minute of it. He liked to tie me up in various creative ways and we explored more positions than I knew were possible.
     
    Throughout all the sex I felt myself growing closer to Jack. He was surprisingly open and honest with me about what he did during the day and about how he felt about me. I knew that he wanted me to leave Brett but that until I did we would keep our relationship the way it was. He mentioned once that when I left Brett I could live with him, and he would protect me from him. I liked the idea of living with Jack but I wasn’t sure that it would be a good next step for us. I didn’t want the pressure to break us apart, but I also didn’t know if I wanted to go from living with one man to another. Jack was different and he liked my independence but that didn’t mean that he would always be that way. Brett had changed over time, Jack could potentially do the same.
     
    I didn’t want to give away anymore of myself than I already had. Jackson wasn’t Brett, though. He didn’t want to use his knowledge against me, he wanted to use it for me. He loved to make me fall apart so that he could put me back together. He left me breathless and weak. I was addicted to the pleasure he gave me. I waited for his texts like a junkie waiting for the next fix. With every tryst I grew more careless, I didn’t care about anything else anymore. Jackson Hart consumed every thought I had during the day and he filled my dreams at night. In the back of my mind I knew that I couldn’t keep going this way, but I kept meeting him anyway. I made up any excuse I could think of for my absence not even noticing the dawning suspicion in Brett’s eyes.
     
    I’d arranged to meet Jackson at his house during the day a few weeks later. We usually met at night because that was when Brett went out and sometimes he stayed at the office or went on overnight trips. Initially I’d been nervous about getting caught but Brett didn’t seem to suspect anything and he’d stopped paying much attention to me at all.
     
    I drove to Jackson’s house at lunch time on Friday. He texted me and said he’d been thinking of me all morning and couldn’t go another hour without having me again. It was sexy and sweet and I wanted to see him again too. We’d been supposed to meet on Wednesday and Brett had come home unexpectedly when I was getting ready to leave. He’d seemed a little suspicious about why I was getting dressed up but he bought it when I told him I just wanted to go out. We went to dinner at an obnoxiously expensive restaurant and when he tried to have sex with me I