Cassian's POV
I had a wife...well a wife in name.
But yet I held Jennifer's waist as she rode me. Her hips moved with a rhythm that felt like she was made for this, for me. Her soft moans filled the room, each sound sending jolts of pleasure through my body. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against my chest, her lips inches from mine.
"I shouldn't be here," she whispered, but her movements didn't stop. If anything, they became more intense. Indeed she shouldn't, I had sent her home, she was known as my advisor, that was the image i wanted to preserve for her not the fact that she came to my room every once in a while.
But though, I would be a fool for some not to consider she was my lover
"No," I agreed, my voice rough with desire. "But you are."
Her lips crashed into mine, sil
