Page 54 of Tempted Away

But the love I feel for Bailey is as vast as the ocean. She’s always been my safe space, and that hasn’t changed. So, for us, I need to do this. I just need to find a way to do it gently so that things don’t blow up in my face.

She eventually catches up with me in the afternoon, cornering me in one of the lesser-used boardrooms where I’ve been hiding.

Closing the door behind her, she leans against it, looking at me in silence while biting her lip.

“What’s happened between yesterday evening and today?”

Fuck. Right to the point. I struggle for the right thing to say. It’s not like saying, “I realized that I love my wife, and you’re just a passing infatuation,” will go down well.

“I think we should cool things for a while.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?”

She pushes off from the door and rounds the conference table, stopping in front of me and forcing me to look up at her.

I shake my head, willing my eyes to not travel down her body, to not trace the curves I mapped with my hands all weekend. My cock jerks, and I want to grab it, squeeze some sense into it. Fuck, that thought just makes it harder, and it twitches, grabbing Justine’s attention and drawing her eyes to it.

“You did nothing wrong.” The sentiment is truer than she can fully understand. “We’re playing a dangerous game where we both will lose if we’re found out. It’s best if we back off—keep things professional until your internship is over. Then it won’t matter if we’re together. Nobody will have a say in it.”

I’m talking through my ass. When her internship is over, and I don’t have to see her every day, this lust will fade to nothing. It would have run its course, and my life will return to normal.

“It’s a few months. I can’t go a few months not having you in my life.”

“It’s not that long.”

She shakes her head, desperation filling her eyes. “It is.”

She drops down to her knees, her hands reaching for my belt, and I grab her hands, attempting to stop her.

“Baby, stop. Anyone can walk in.” She’s unashamed in her desire and need for me, never afraid to show how much she wants me. It’s addicting, rendering me helpless against her, so my attempt is half-hearted at best, allowing her to easily unzip me and scoop me out.

“They won’t,” she whispers, pushing my legs further apart. Cupping my balls, she squeezes gently, massaging them. It feels so good a groan rips from my lips. This will be the last time, I promise myself. I’m already going to hell. One more time won’t hurt.

My mind blanking, I thrust into her eager mouth, my head falling back against the chair, my hands tangling in her hair. Fuck I’m so weak. Anyone can walk in, but right now, I don’t care. I’m reduced to the feel of her tongue swirling, the decadent sounds of her sucking, the warm heat of her mouth. My balls start tingling, warning me that I’m on the edge, and my hips take on a mind of their own, jerking until I can feel the head of my cock butting up against the back of her throat. She looks up at me, her eyes locking on mine, and the desire and hunger I see in them is an inescapable aphrodisiac. It shoots me over the edge, and I’m erupting, shuddering, gasping her name.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

QUINN

DESPITE MYgood intentions, I keep giving in.

Monday, we had the incident in the boardroom. It was irresponsible, but while in the moment, walking that edge of being caught? So fucking hot. That evening, I had her bent over the couch.

Bailey was asleep when I got home, and once again, I felt sick with guilt. Tomorrow, I promised myself. I’ll do it tomorrow.

I woke up early, and after a quick kiss on Bailey’s sleeping mouth, I left. I can’t bear to look in her eyes. Not until I’ve ended things with Justine.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, except I went to her apartment after work. It was a crazy day at the office, and Upper Management had a meeting that ran late. I didn’t even try to fool myself that I was going to end it. We fucked when I got there, then made dinner together, then fucked again. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, it was two in the morning, and I raced back home like my hair was on fire. Lucky for me, Bailey didn’t even stir when I got into bed.

Things between Bailey and I have been strained since I got back. Well, more strained than it’s been the last few months. We’ve hardly said two words to each other.

Justine has become insatiable, and I’m trying to get as much of her as I can now that what we have between us has reached its expiration date. The memories of us have to last me a lifetime because I know I will never do this again. Not only is this juggling act exhausting, but it’s also eating me up inside.

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Justine has been a bit off today. Her smile hasn’t been as bright as usual, and she’s been withdrawn.

Earlier, when she walked into my office, I could see she’d been crying, her eyes all red and puffy. A sense of dread filled me. Had someone seen us together? Wednesday before our weekend getaway, we were out getting ice cream. She was snuggled into my side, and I caught someone looking at us who I thought looked familiar. I immediately pulled away, wracking my brain on who it could be. Was it someone at the office’s spouse? Going through my mental catalog of people I’ve met, I still couldn’t place her, so I shrugged it off.

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