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With any luck, it was someone who was looking for him.

If she could get him into a compromising position and they were caught, Rebecca’s mom could get her alimony, their marriage would be ruinedonRebecca’s wedding day, and both Rebecca and Ashley’s dad would have some sense of what they’d done to Ashley. And the universe wanted it this way. She hadn’t asked Mr. Black to follow her. She hadn’t asked him to pull her into an empty room.

It had just happened.

So when he closed the door and turned to her, rather than letting him talk, Ashley dropped her purse on the ground,stepped into him and grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him in for a kiss.

For a moment he hesitated, leaning back, even as she held him in place by his collar, then everything exploded in a glorious mess of heat and need. His arms went back around her, his mouth opening as he took over the kiss, tongue invading her mouth. Ashley moaned as one hand curved around the back of her neck while the other slid down to cup her ass, his lower body thrusting against hers and letting her feel the full length of his erection as it moved against her belly.

Holy fuck.

Electricity sizzled along her nerves, her pussy gushing with wetness as the kiss deepened, his hand groping her ass. She ran her own hands across his chest, tugging his tuxedo jacket open, finding the buttons on his shirt and flicking them open as well, and tugging the shirt from his pants so she could get it off of him completely.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured with a groan as their lips parted.

“I don’t care,” she whispered back.

Lincoln

This was so wrong, so why did it feel so right? He couldn’t remember ever having this kind of chemistry between him and Janet, not even when they’d been young and in love. Or he’d thought they’d been in love.

This was animalistic. Uncontrollable. The need to be inside her was practically unbearable.

Maybe it was the fact itwasso wrong. Lincoln had done his best to be a good man his entire life. A good man, agood husband, a good father. Look where that had gotten him. His wife was cheating on him. His daughter had married an adulterer who was twice her age, hurting her best friend in the process. And the man she’d married was older than him. No matter how he pretended to be okay with it, he wasn’t. Not really.

He was so fucking sick of pretending.

This… this was real. The attraction. The need between them.

Maybe she needed to stick it to Rebecca as much as he needed to stick it to her dad. Which made both of them fucked up, but it was a fucked-up situation, and he couldn’t deny that any longer. Not to himself.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, yanking open his pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It didn’t matter how much younger she was or how filthy it made him feel, he couldn’t deny how damn good she looked on her knees before him, opening her mouth for his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time Janet had given him head. It had been months since they’d had sex, much less oral.

“Fuck.”

The feel of her hot, wet mouth covering the tip of his cock and sliding down was fucking heaven. Reaching down, he grabbed hold of her hair as she began to bob her head up and down on his dick, her fingers still wrapped around the base. His other hand went to her breast, sliding into her dress to seek out the hard bud of her nipple and pinch it, rolling it between his fingers. She moaned around his cock, and he thrust in harder, pushing deeper into her throat.

Rather than pulling away, his movement seemed to encourage her, despite the way she gagged. She moved her head even more eagerly, taking him deeper and moving her hand at his base out of the way. Both of her hands wrapped around the backs of his thighs, nails digging into his flesh every time hechoked her on his cock, yet she didn’t show any sign of wanting to stop.

Looking down at her, her hair fisted in his grip, his hand down the front of her dress, while his pants were around his ankles, somehow the very tawdriness of how they appeared was arousing as hell. Lipstick smears decorated the shiny length of his cock as it moved between her lips and a single tear slid down her cheek when she gagged as he thrust in deep again.

Yet she was sucking him like a woman possessed, like she couldn’t get enough of him… but this wasn’t enough for him. It wasn’t what he really wanted.

Lincoln tightened his grip on her hair, pulling his cock away and using her hair to pull her back up to her feet. Her lips were swollen, parted as she stared at him, waiting for what he would do next.

He spun her around, turning her toward the chaise where Rebecca and Janet had been sitting earlier. Somehow, fucking her on top of it seemed utterly appropriate.

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Ashley

Holy fuck. Ashley was no virgin, but she’d never done anything like this in her life. She’d never let a man throat fuck her. Or manhandle her. But when Mr. Black did it, her body fucking loved it. She would have kept choking on his cock and swallowed all of his cum if he’d let her.

It wasn’t until he’d pulled her up, she remembered she’d been hoping someone would walk in on them.

Now, she was really hoping no one did.

She didn’t want this to end… didn’t want him to stop.

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