Page 23 of Forbidden Temptations

The computer emitted a small double ring and an email notification window popped up in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. It was from Scarlet, though the address attached readTight_Ass_Bitch.

Officially, no one knew who had hacked her email to change the address. Whoever it was though, their joke had backfired. Far from being annoyed or embarrassed by the stunt, Scarlet practically adopted the title, and never missed an opportunity to live up to it.

True to her unofficial title, the message was brief and to the point.

Dick

Drop by my office on your way out.

We need to discuss Prometheus.

Scarlet

“… Shit,” Richard cursed and looked mournfully back to the paperwork and the potential overtime it offered. “Well, that puts the kibosh on that plan.”

He closed the mail with a click of his mouse.

AliceMartinwasn’tawoman to beat about the bush.

She knew what she wanted and when she saw it, she went for it.

It had been that way the night she first met her husband. It hadn’t mattered that he was at work or that they hadn’t formally met, or didn’t even know each other’s names. She’d seen him, she’d wanted him, so she took him.

If she wanted something, the technicalities just didn’t matter.

So when she saw a particular garment hanging in the window of the Bristol high street’sSweet TemptationsBoutique, and felt that all too familiar draw, it had only been a matter of time.

Now fresh from a shower, with her hair still damp and her latest purchase hanging from her shoulders, she couldn’t help grinning as she admired her reflection in her vanity.

The cherry red spaghetti strap gown was pure mulberry silk with a black lace trim and clung to her body in all the right ways to emphasise her curves and mile-long legs.

It was perfect. Richard wouldn’t know what hit him.

Just the thought of modelling it for him when he came home, of lying stretched out across their bed waiting for him to find her and fuck her brains out, sent a delicious thrill sizzling through her. Beneath the silk, her poor neglected pussy clenched, and her clit, still stiff and begging to be played with, throbbed, reminding her of how close she’d come during that session she’d orchestrated for him during her break.

Damn her and her blasted ideas. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. That call was only supposed to be a warmupfor him. A tease to gethimworked up and hard and oh so desperate to take her. Instead, it had backfired and left her feeling restless and on edge. She’d been unable to settle her mind on anything. In short, she was so fucking horny, it was all she could do not to fish out ‘Antonio’ from her bedside draw and start the party early.

Just the thought of the wand’s intense vibrations rumbling against her pussy had her thighs rubbing together in a vain effort to settle the need burning inside her.

It would have felt so good too, but instead she forced herself into action and, taking the matching robe from the hook on the door, she turned and hurried out into the hall. There was too much left to do. She couldn’t afford to indulge herself, yet.

Especially when, so far anyway, everything had been going according to plan.

Everything was arranged. She’d left work early to beat Richard home, dropping her last class of the day on a colleague who owed her a favour and missing the ever notorious M5 rush hour. Her parents had said they were fine looking after Alexander for a couple of nights so he was all taken care of, and she had sent everyone else they knew a polite, but firm, text message, warning they weren’t to be disturbed.

Tonight was to be theirs.

A quiet candlelit evening just for them, to let go of all their woes, reacquaint themselves with each other’s bodies, and give in to all their carnal desires.

It was just what they needed. What they both needed.

Though he said nothing about it, she knew Richard had been feeling stressed. It was all the usual stuff, really, just the little things. Under pressure at his new job. Worried about money. The stresses of moving to a new city and starting a family. Fairly mundane, but her husband had always insisted on dealing with it all by himself, and it was taking a toll on him.

She wanted to help ease his burden, to take them back to how they used to be, even if it was only for one brief night.

And there was always that other thing.

That one little thing a small part of her was so insecure about.

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