Our Affairs

chapter 18

I kissed her deeply, urgently, pulling her closer until our bodies fused. My fingers tangled in her hair as I kissed every inch of her face, her jaw, her throat—claiming her with my mouth.

Gently, I guided her back down onto the sheets. I reached into the drawer again and pulled out a single handcuff. Her eyes widened—excitement flickering alongside a tiny spark of fear. I smiled softly, reassuringly.

Leaning down, I captured her lips in another slow, consuming kiss.

“Do you trust me?” I murmured, stroking her cheek with my thumb.

She nodded, breathless. “Yes, Teddy.”

I turned her onto her stomach. I gathered her wrists behind her back, right above the perfect curve of her ass, and clicked the cuff shut. I gave her a light spank—testing, teasing. She gasped.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, voice low.

She only nodded again, biting her lip.

I leaned over her, trailing my tongue along the swell of her ass, then delivered another soft smack. Her body jerked, a needy sound escaping her.

“Oh Teddy… please… give it to me,” she begged, voice trembling with want.

I pressed myself along her back, kissing and licking the sensitive skin of her neck while my hands roamed. I still couldn’t believe how gorgeous she looked like this—vulnerable, open, completely mine.

I pulled her hips up, spread her thighs wider, and sank into her from behind in one deep stroke.

Fuck.

I couldn’t hold back. I f****d her hard and fast, each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of my hand against her ass. Her screams filled the room—wild, unfiltered.

“Yes, Teddy—f**k me—yes—

The sound of her unraveling nearly snapped my sanity. I’d dreamed of having her like this for so long.

“Payton… you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I growled as I pulled out, quickly unlocked the cuff, and tossed it aside.

In an instant I was over her again, cradling her face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she whispered, eyes glassy.

I slid back inside her slowly this time, staring straight into her soul. She moaned, long and broken. I moved faster—deeper—and she cried out, hands flying up to cup my face.

“You’re f*****g me so good—ahhh—”

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Mine gathered too. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, ever felt, ever loved.

I kissed her through the tears, then rolled us so she was on top. We moved together—desperate, synchronized—hands everywhere, mouths never parting for long. Kissing, touching, worshipping.

Payton owned me.

My heart.

My body.

Every ragged breath.

She had taken all of me and given herself in return—raw, reckless, perfect.

I was hers.

I slipped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, craving water after everything we’d just done. The early morning light was already sneaking through the windows, soft and golden. I barely had time to reach for a glass before Payton appeared behind me—quiet, playful, irresistible.

Before I could turn fully, her arms wrapped around my waist. I spun, grabbed her hips, and pinned her back against the cool fridge door. Our mouths crashed together in a deep, hungry kiss. She laughed into it—bright, breathless.

“Oh Teddy… haven’t you had enough yet?” she teased, eyes sparkling.

I grinned against her lips. “With you? Never. I’ll never have enough.”

“It’s already bright outside,” she murmured, glancing toward the window.

“No, it’s not,” I lied playfully. I scooped her up in one smooth motion, carrying her to the living room, I dropped onto the sofa with her straddling my lap.

“f**k me, please,” I whispered, as she was already grinding down on my hardening c**k. Her hips rolled in slow, torturous circles.

She leaned in, kissing my neck—sucking, biting just hard enough to make me groan.

Then she slid lower, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down my chest until her mouth closed around me. Slow at first—tongue swirling around the tip, teasing—then faster, deeper. I moaned continuously, fingers threading through her hair, hips lifting instinctively.

She rose again, turned so her back faced me, and sank down slowly, taking every inch. I reached around to circle her c**t with gentle pressure while she rocked. My other hand gripped her waist, guiding her faster. Her head fell back against my shoulder as she cried out in pleasure.

I kissed the side of her neck, both hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her n*****s. “Ahh—Teddy—”

She twisted suddenly, facing me again. She guided me back inside her slick heat and started riding hard. I caught her right hand and brought it to my throat. She pressed—firm, possessive—while her hips slammed down faster.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her down flat onto the sofa beneath me and drove into her—hard, deep, relentless.

“I’m coming—” she gasped.

Her body clenched around me as she shattered, pulling me over the edge with her.

“Ahhhhhh—” I roared, about to cum

When Payton. In a blur pushed me onto my back, her mouth enveloping my c**k. I came hard—hot, overwhelming—spilling into her mouth while she took every drop.

“f**k… ahhhhhhhhhh…”

A few minutes later.

I didn’t want to let her go.

Not now. Not ever.

I wanted Payton wrapped in my arms forever, tangled in my sheets, breathing my name. I begged in every way I knew—kisses, whispers, hands that refused to release her waist—but she still insisted on leaving.

“I have to get ready for work, Teddy,” she’d said softly, even as her body melted against mine one last time.

I saw the guilt in her eyes. The way she bit her lip, the slight hesitation before she pulled away. Spending the night at my place was eating at her. Richard was still in her head. But not for long. Once she learned the truth he’d been hiding from her, that guilt would vanish. She would be mine—completely, undeniably mine.

I already knew she loved me as much as I loved her. She just needed one final push.

Henry had brought her car back while we were still tangled together. Now she slid behind the wheel, leaned out the window, and gave me one last deep, sweet kiss that tasted like goodbye and forever at the same time.

I watched her drive off until the taillights disappeared, then stepped back inside the quiet house.

Last night replayed in my mind on an endless loop.

How vulnerable she’d been—offering herself completely, trusting me to do whatever I wanted. And I had been careful. Greedy, yes… but careful. I made sure every moan, every gasp, every scream belonged to pleasure, not pain. I could still hear her—those soft, broken cries when I first slid inside, the way her voice cracked on my name during every hard thrust, the way her body trembled when she came undone.

She knew exactly how to unravel me. Every single piece.

Just the memory of her screams, her tight heat, her tears of pure bliss… and I was hard again, aching, already counting the hours until she was back in my bed.

I wandered into the kitchen, still half-lost in the afterglow, and made myself a strong black coffee. The first sip burned my tongue, but I barely noticed. Cup in hand, I drifted back to the living room and sank onto the sofa—the same one where, just hours ago, Payton had ridden me until we both shattered.

My left hand drifted absently over the cushion, tracing the spot where her thighs had gripped me. Heat flooded back instantly. I closed my eyes and let myself daydream: mornings like this every day, her laughter filling the house, her body curled against mine at night. She would be the perfect partner—fierce, loving, mine. It felt inevitable. Like we were always meant to end up here.

I set the coffee down on the table, still smiling to myself, and headed toward the bedroom. My phone was already ringing on the nightstand.

I rushed back and snatched it up.

Payton’s name lit the screen.

My heart jumped. She must have found out the truth about Richard. Excitement surged through me—I could finally have her without shadows between us.

I answered, voice warm.

“Hello, baby.”

“Teddy… where are you?”

Her voice cracked. She’d been crying—hard.

My stomach dropped.

“My God, Payton—what happened?”

She didn’t answer.

All I heard was her sharp, terrified scream—then a sickening crunch of metal, glass shattering, tires screeching. The sound I’d heard in nightmares. A crash.

“No—no, Payton—talk to me!”

My voice broke, shaking violently. Fear clawed up my throat like ice.

She found out. She learned everything. And it broke her. She was driving upset because of me—because of what I did—and now she’s…

The phone slipped in my sweaty palm.

“Noooooo—Payton, please—talk to me!”

“Where are you? Baby—where are you?!”

“Payton!!!!!”

The line went dead.

Silence roared in my ears.

I stood frozen in the middle of the room, the perfect life I’d just been imagining crumbling into ash.

The one person I loved most—the only one who mattered, I might have just killed her.