Hey, everybody. Before reading this week’s chapter, I want to issue a content warning for explicit sex. Reader discretion is advised.

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They arrived at the cafe holding hands, their lips swollen. Her hair was a mess, but she didn’t care. She smiled as they entered the cafe and headed for a table in the back.

“I messed up your very lovely hair,” he said.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “It’s fine. I enjoyed myself. That’s all that matters.”

They ordered dinner. They ate in silence and left after they finished. In the runner, she was in his lap again, his lips on hers.

When they got to the house, they went to Oliver’s room. He locked the door behind them as she removed her shoes and dress. He removed his shoes and suit. He gathered her in arms and climbed into the bed. He claimed her mouth as he straddled her. His hard cock pressed against her entrance. She rubbed against him, craving friction. He moaned into her mouth.

“Slow, baby,” he whispered.

His lips moved to her neck. He trailed kisses across her chest. Caressed her breasts, kissing each in turn.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered.

“Keep going,” she said.

His lips moved to her stomach. He stopped when he reached her sex.

“Are you still okay?” he said. “Are you comfortable with me continuing?”

“Yes,” she said, breathing fast.

He removed her underwear and spread her legs, settling his head between them. She gasped at his tongue’s first contact with her clit.

“Still okay?” he said. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I’m okay,” she said. “Keep going.”

He nodded, swirling his tongue around her clit. She moaned, sinking her fingers into his long hair.

“More,” she said. “More.”

He obliged, thrusting his tongue inside her. She lifted her hips and met his movements. Her moans rose in pitch as she came closer to her climax. Her grip tightened on his hair when she came.

He straddled her, claiming her mouth. She tasted herself on him and passionately kissed him. She flipped him onto his back and straddled him, removing his underwear.

“I assume you take birth control,” she said.

“I do,” he said. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

He thrust into her. They moaned and she moved on top of him. They soon found a rhythm. It was a slow build to the climax. They came a few minutes apart.

Minutes later, Oliver held her against his chest, his fingers in her hair. He kissed her.

“Stay tonight,” he said.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Their affair continued when he was home. Everything was great. Until that night.

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