I shouldn’t be here. Not when my biggest crave is home alone.
I told my best friend that I do not have a problem with him bringing the file with him to work tomorrow. But he insisted.
“Marshal, I know how important this is to you and I would not want to be the reason your project is cancelled. My wife is at home, she knows where I kept it.” He had said calmly, but my c**k twitched just at the mention of his wife's name. “You can always stop by my house on your way to the meeting and get the file.”
He trusts me…but I do not trust myself. Not where this lady is.
Every step I take deeper into the house feels like trespass, but the sight of her…barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a thin shirt that caged her boobs…burns away every ounce of restraint I thought I had.
She looks up, startled, l
