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PPS Ignore the above. Call me if you need me, I’m always here xx

What would I do without her? She always has my back. Scrolling farther down for the last message, I can’t help but let out a loud laugh.

Zara:PPPS This is Grant, and do not text, call, or FaceTime Zara until tomorrow. She will be busy. Very, very busy! Call her tomorrow or she will explode with worry. Goodnight.

So serious, but for those of us who really know him, underneath, his heart is huge. The way he treats Zara is like she is a rare gem and he needs to protect her. Oh, and don’t get me started on the way he is with little Sophia, Zach and Emily’s daughter. It makes your ovaries ache.

I don’t know if I should reply or not, but she will sleep better if I do. I’m just risking the wrath of Grant, but he doesn’t scare me. What scares me more is the man across the hall and my deep feeling for him that I’m trying to turn off once and for all. Now this will be the challenge of the century.

Nat:Sorry, a thousand pardons. I’m alive and as safe as a nun in bed. Talk tomorrow. PS don’t you dare reply because then I will be thinking about what you are doing and that is way TMI about my best friend. Sweet dreams or whatever else you are doing! Love you too xx

I set my alarm for the morning because I told Jordan we would look at his shoulder before he heads off to training. I don’t want to aggravate it, but at least I’ll know what we’re working with, and it will give me time to plan his rehab. Not that this is going to be easy. Oh yeah, just rehab his shoulder, they say, rub and massage him shirtless, they say, just don’t get turned on doing it, they say. Well, I would like to see all the experts here trying to achieve any of the above. Tomorrow my worst nightmare begins.

There is so much in my brain that I thought it would be hard to sleep, yet I can feel my eyes struggling to stay open. Giving up the fight, I hear Jordan’s bedroom door close as I drift off into dream land.

“You have to be quiet, Nat. No sound. I’m supposed to be in my own bedroom, but I can’t stay away from you.” The blankets are being pulled off my naked body. I should have worn clothes, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I knew deep down he would come for me. The way he has been looking at me since I arrived. I’m not strong enough to resist him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, it’s wrong,” I whisper to him as he starts nibbling on my neck.

“How can something so wrong feel so fucking right? Touch me.” It’s that dominance in his voice I can’t ignore. It has me wrapping my hand around his hard cock quicker than I thought possible.

The groan he’s supposed to be keeping quiet is going to give us away.

“Shhh…” I try to tell him, but his mouth is taking mine with all the pent-up passion we have been holding onto for years.

His tongue explores my mouth like the lost kingdom.

“Then don’t make me feel so good… Two years without sex and it’s all because of you, Nat,” he gets out in between the kisses.

“If I’m going to break all the rules then I’m going to give everything I have.” I can hear my voice but I don’t believe what I’m saying. The noise outside our door has us stilling.

“You’re wrong, I’m the one who’s going to be giving it to you, and fuck, it will be hot. Get on your hands and knees.” Once again, I’m scrambling to do as he orders me. My pussy is dripping and my tits are hard and aching for the release only he can give me.

“We have to be quick so it will be hard and fast. I need to finally take this hot body that you have been teasing me with all these years. Hang on, because I’m about to punish you for pushing me away.” Before I can say a word, he pushes his cock in so hard and fast that the burn is excruciatingly good.

My mouth drops open, and I can’t hold in the moan any longer.

“Fuccckkkk!” escapes because that’s all I can say.

“Yeah, that’s right, I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” his voice whispers in my ear as he softly bites on the lobe and starts to thrust in and out. I can’t move the way he has his hand on my throat and his other arm wrapped around my waist, pounding me in and out. All thoughts of what we’re doing are lost in the moment of electricity and pure sexual tension. Sweat is dripping off my body as my climax is racing to the peak.

“Jordan, oh God, Jordan…” I come harder than I’ve ever felt before and more tingles race through my body as I slow my fingers down on my clit.

Wait… what?

Sitting bolt upright in the bed, I check my surroundings. The room is dark, like pitch black. I’m naked from the waist down and the bedsheets are wet underneath me.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

I’m right across the hallway from Jordan and his wife and I’m masturbating in my dream, thinking of him fucking me. The one thing I promised myself I would never do. I won’t be with a married man. I can’t be that woman.

Fidelity is a value I hold tight. Even if it is Jordan.

Flopping back onto the bed, the silent tears start to fall.

How have I gotten myself into this position? A few hours ago, I was trying to tell myself that this will be the final closure I need to walk away from this stupid fantasy that I have had forever.

Yeah, good one, I can’t even last the first night.

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