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drop to her knees and express them with the sensations of her tongue. Her tongue ached to taste his masculine mustiness and feel him throb inside her mouth as she slurped.
    The sound of her shoes hitting the original hardwood floors was all there was as she dashed across the shop through to the kitchen. Dodging the stainless steel countertops of her prep station, she reached the back office and slammed the door. Reaching her desk, she pushed away the scattered papers on the oak surface and lay down. Hurriedly, she dug into her pants pocket to retrieve her cell phone. She quickly reached his contact name and hit dial. Slamming the phone heatedly against her ear, she unbuttoned her jeans and leaned back so that she could touch herself. Please pick up.
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    A s they lay in bed, intertwined under the covers, Haley traced small circles on Preston’s chest. She was in heaven. Her body was kept warm by the heat radiating off of his body. She was toasty, comfortable, and in a state of complete bliss. It was only the vibrations from his phone that pulled her out of her trance. “It’s Marissa!” he shouted, hopping out of bed with intense vigor. He was panicked.
    As if the phone were the personification of his guilt, he poked it hard with his finger and slid to answer. “Hey, babe!” he proclaimed loudly, as he began to perspire again. Haley looked on, eyes wide, and dare she say it – offended. He begged for this. This was him; all him. Well , she thought, perhaps not all him, but mostly him . She wanted to leave it at what it was last night: one mistaken night. But this was the second time, and after the second time – it’s an affair.
    She sat up in bed and held the sheets close to her chest – making sure she shielded her breasts from the air as well as from him. Her charm bracelet clanked against her skin, pinching at her slightly as she gripped the sheets for dear life.
    Bearing no mind to her own slight discomfort, she continued to look on, wanting to witness the scene unfolding before her. She had to admit, there was a part of her that was happy he was panicking. This was a very real situation, and she had been burdened by it all morning. However, she had to wonder – was this remorse or was it just a fear of being caught?
    He began pacing across the room, sure to divert his eyes away from Haley. In fact, he seemed to gaze upon every other item in the room – just as long as it wasn’t in her general direction. But she looked on, half amused, half angry, and all of a sudden, his pacing ceased. He stood, statue-like, frozen in place. It was as if he had stepped on the world’s strongest glue. His back was to her, but she could see him tense up. “Wh-what?” she heard him whisper.
    He had a twinge of arousal in his tone. It was then that she knew she had to leave. She knew what she was and what they were. She had no right to be angry. He was Marissa’s. He would never be hers, and in that moment more than any other moment, she knew that. Twisting the sheets around herself, she made her way off the no-longer-comforting bed to find her clothes – which were likely still scattered throughout the house.
    She had noticed him glance over his shoulder as she grabbed her underwear from the floor. She returned his look with disappointment etched over her face, and then she did it – she left the room. Their bedroom, she had to remind herself as she crossed the threshold and shut the door. It was the room symbolizing their very marriage, a room to be respected, as it was something meant to be shared, with supposed affection. Knowing that they had just defiled that room sickened her. Irony. She hated cheaters, and now here she was – involved in an affair.
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    M arissa moaned lustfully into the phone, “I want your fucking cock inside of me so badly.”
    She heard him gasp, and she smiled seductively. If only they were in the same room together, this would be so much more fun. She had to admit, though, she loved the