Our Affairs

chapter 16

Then my office phone rang.

I wasn’t ready to let go. I needed to be inside her so badly my c**k throbbed against her stomach, but she insisted, arranged herself before slipping out the door.

I snatched up the receiver as I sat on my chair.

“Hello?”

“Hi Teddy.”Elizabeth’s voice purred, dripping with that fake sweetness she knew got under my skin.

“What’s new?”

“We’re in Hawaii now. It’s really fun,” she added, clearly trying to rile me.

“That’s good. Guess we’ll see you guys soon.”

“When am I going to have you again?” she asked, voice dropping low.

“Elizabeth, my dear… for now, just focus on what needs to be done. We’ll talk about that later.” I hung up before she could reply.

Finally,

I leaned back in my chair, a slow smile curving my lips.

“I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget, Payton.”

And indeed, I gave her the best night of her life in years.

We had traveled to Hawaii for what she thought was just a business trip—but I had planned it all along. There, she finally caught Richard with Elisabeth. She saw the truth he had been cheating on her the entire time. In that moment, everything changed. She became mine. After so many months—years—of effort, longing, and restraint, she was finally mine. I still couldn’t quite believe it.

The s*x was intense and full of need. I watched her with excitement as she begged for me, and I couldn’t resist for long. Every movement felt like heaven for both of us. I knew she would want more after this.

Back home, I was sprawled on the sofa in my living room, celebrating my victory. A glass of whiskey rested in my hand as I replayed every moment with Payton—the woman who had teased me, denied me, kept me aching with want for so long. The truth was, even having her wasn’t enough. I wanted more. So much more.

My phone buzzed. A text from Payton.

“I really had fun.”

I grinned like an i***t, warmth spreading through my chest. I typed back quickly:

“You were so f*****g hot.”

She sent a laughing emoji.

“I can’t wait to have you again,” I wrote.

“Me too.”

“f**k, Payton, I’m so hard right now.”

A pause. The three little dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again.

“Really?” she finally replied.

“Yes, baby girl. I want to taste you until you come all over my tongue.”

“Stop it, Teddy. We’ll see soon.”

Before I could respond, my phone rang. Amanda’s name flashed on the screen.

I almost ignored it, but something made me swipe to answer.

“Hello, Amanda.”

“You didn’t even call me after you left me all alone,” she snapped, her voice thick with fury.

“Amanda, I’m sorry. I got caught up with work—”

“Work? Or that b***h?”

“Hey—don’t you dare call her that.”

“What the hell, Teddy? What is going on with you? Don’t tell me you’re in love. We both know you’re not capable of loving anyone but yourself.”

“Stop it, Amanda. You’re overstepping.”

“Teddy—”

“No. Stop. We’ll talk when you’re less angry. And please, stop being so possessive. You know I hate it.”

I ended the call before she could reply, the silence in the room suddenly louder than her voice had been.

I took another slow sip of whiskey, staring at Payton’s last message. A slow smile crept back across my face.

She was worth it.

All of it.

Days later at the office.

I was at my desk when Payton’s voice came through the intercom: “Amanda is here to see you.”

My stomach tightened. Surprised, I answered immediately, “Yes, let her in.”

Why was she here, I hoped she wouldn’t make a scene.

I rose from my chair and started pacing, heart hammering against my ribs. She had better keep her mouth shut, I thought.

The door swung open.

There she was—elegant, poised, devastating as always.

I pressed my palms flat against the desk on either side of me, anchoring myself.

“Amanda,” I said, voice low. “To what do I owe this visit?”

She smiled that slow, dangerous smile and walked straight toward me.

“Oh, Teddy…” Her voice was soft, almost a purr. “I miss you.”

She wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I didn’t move, didn’t return it.

She pulled back, cradled my face in both hands.

“Teddy, I’m sorry for yelling the other day. I promise it won’t happen again. Please.”

“Why are you here?” I demanded.

“Like I told you—I miss you.”

Her fingers slid into my hair, tracing down the back of my neck, then lower, over my chest. She pressed her body flush against mine, arms looping around my neck. Her hips rolled subtly, teasing, deliberate.

“Teddy… you promised I’m the only one,” she whispered. “Why are you distancing yourself from me, hmm?”

Her grip tightened on the back of my neck—just the way I liked it, firm, possessive.

“You know I’m the only one who can really satisfy you.”

Her hand drifted downward, fingers working the buttons of my shirt open one by one. I just stared at her. My body was already responding, heat pooling low, but Payton was right outside. Pushing Amanda away too hard could turn ugly. What if she snapped and told Payton everything?

She kissed me—slow, deep, tongue sliding against mine with practiced hunger. I gripped her waist and pulled her tighter against me. She broke the kiss, breathing hard.

“I want to suck you,” she murmured, voice thick. “Right here. Right now.”

Her fingers moved to my belt, unbuckling it with quick, sure movements.

I stood abruptly, stepped around her, and crossed to the door. I looked back at her once—then turned the lock.

Click.

I walked back, slow, deliberate. I caught her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up.

“Suck it.”

She dropped to her knees instantly.

In one smooth motion my c**k was free. She didn’t hesitate—she took me into her mouth like she’d been starving for it. Warm, wet, eager. I slid my hand to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair, guiding her deeper. She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.

Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me forward until I hit the back of her throat. She coughed, eyes watering, but the sound was pure excitement.

I pulled out just enough to tap my c**k against her cheek, heavy and slick.

“You want this?” I asked, voice rough.

“Yes, Teddy…” Her voice was wrecked, pleading. “Please—give it to me.”

I lifted her up, hiked her gown around her waist, and spun her around to face my desk. I drove into her hard and deep. She screamed instantly. I clamped my hand over her mouth and slammed into her faster, harder.

“You like my c**k, huh?”

“Yes,” she gasped against my palm.

“You like it?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be a good girl for Daddy from now on?”

“Yes… yes, please.”

I thrust deeper, making sure every inch claimed her. Pain was how Amanda liked it—she’d once told me to take the pain as pleasure, and I loved giving it to her that way. I hooked her right leg up high and pounded into her until she shattered beneath me, body vibrating, walls pulsing around my c**k.

I yanked out, rushed to the bathroom, and cleaned myself up. She followed moments later.

Even with my attachment to Payton, being with Amanda still felt right. She had been there every time I needed someone. She never judged me. She took me in, encouraged me, lifted me up, and made me believe I would be forever great.

But I hope she remembers I have a right to my own happiness too.