The Affair

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There they were, both sitting in her office chair, her head resting on his shoulder, his face nestled in her neck, their bodies pressed together holding each other as tightly as possible. Neither one had the strength or desire to move at that moment.

Finally John began to stir, “Doc.”

“The answer is no, we have to stop.”

“No, that’s not what I was going to say. I was going to say I love you.”

She pulled back and looked him straight in the eye, “John Borne, are you telling me the truth?”

He averted his eyes downward. He could never look her straight in the eye and lie to her. “Would I lie to you?”

“That’s not an answer to my question.” She raised his chin with her finger until they were looking at one another at eye level. “Now answer my question. Are you telling me the truth?”

“The truth is I do love you. Always have, always will, you know that.”

She hit him on the shoulder. “Nice try. You think if you tell me you love me I’ll forget my original question.”

He leaned in and kissed her neck. “You don’t believe me. I’m hurt.”

Marlena whispered in his ear, “Oh honey, I know you love me, but if you think you’re going to get lucky again, you have lost your mind. I have; no scratch that; we both have a full day ahead of us.”

John smiled and held up his hands to surrender. “You’re right”

“Was there ever any doubt?” She eased her way off of his lap and stood up.

“No Doc, you’re always right.” He began to button his shirt.

They both began to look for their hastily discarded clothes around her office. She found her skirt and John picked up his jacket and tie. With skirt in hand, she walked over to her bathroom. When she returned her clothes were fixed, her hair restyled and new makeup had been freshly applied to her face. “Well how do I look?”

John was sitting on the couch still holding his jacket and tie in his hands. He looked up when he heard her come out of her bathroom. “You look beautiful, you always do.”

“Thanks for the compliment, but that’s not what I meant. Do I look like a psychiatrist ready to see patients or do I look like a woman who has just had some of the most amazing s*x of her life?”

“Well now it’s my turn to thank you for the compliment, but to answer your question, you look like the professional woman you are: Dr. Marlena Evers. And now if you’ll excuse me, my turn.” He walked into her bathroom. A few minutes later he walked out with his suit intact and not a hair out of place.

She was already sitting at her desk, rearranging papers that had been scattered during their love making. He walked over stood in front of her desk, held out his arms and slowly completed a 360 degree turn. “Well?” he asked expectantly.

She looked up when she heard his question. “Well what?”

He turned around again. “Do I look like John Borne the businessman or a man who has just had some of the most amazing s*x of his life?”

Laughing she said, “You’re such a goof; and to answer your question, you look like John Borne the sexiest businessman I have ever had the pleasure” she paused for dramatic effect “to have had.”

He leaned over and placed his hands on her desk. “Marlena keep talking like that and we’ll be right back where we started.”

“Down boy, we both have work to do.”

“I know.” He walked around her desk, turned her chair until she was facing him and knelt down in front of her. He took her hands into his.

“John,”

”I know, but I just can’t leave like this.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on her lips. “I need to say something to you.”

“What’s that?”

“Doc I want you to meet me at the loft before you go home tonight.”

“John as much as I want to, I can’t.”

“Please Doc; I really need to see you before you go home to Roman.” He stared into her eyes.

It was hard to refuse him when he looked at her with such intensity. “John, I have to get home.” Her reply sounded more like a plea than a statement of fact. She was wavering.

“Doc, hear me out and then you can decide. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Marlena, as much as I have enjoyed making love to you in your office today, this is not the last memory I want you to have of us together before you face Roman. It shouldn’t be of us whispering our love for another afraid someone will hear us, or making love and hoping we’re not caught. That’s not what I want you to remember. And I don’t want you to think the only reason I want you to come to the loft is so I can make love to you again. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t complain, but that’s not the reason. I want to be able to hold you in my arms and say out loud that I love you. I want that to be the last memory you have of us today. Not of me slipping out of your office like some kind of thief.”

Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes. “John Borne you are the most romantic man I know. I’ll be there. I promise.”

Still holding her hands, he stood up and pulled her up also. He whispered in her ear, “I love you Marlena and when you come over tonight I will tell you over and over again.”

“I love you too, John.”

Their lips met for the last time. John let go of her hands and began to walk out of her office. She stood there watching him leave. Half way to the door, he stopped and turned around. “You know Marlena; I wasn’t completely honest with you before.”

“What? You mean the only reason you want me to come to the loft is so that you can make love to me.” She was smiling at him.

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

“Earlier after we made love and you asked me how you looked, I didn’t tell you the entire truth and I don’t want us to keep secrets from one another.”

“Please tell me you don’t mean I do look like I just had the most amazing s*x of my life.”

“No, what I told you was you looked like the professional woman that you are and you do but that’s not all.”

“John what are you talking about?”

“Marlena, you’re beautiful, I don’t have to tell you that but….”

She interrupted, “Thank you for the compliment, but next time could you just come out and say it. You scared me.

“Wait, I wasn’t finished. As I was saying you’re beautiful but there is something about you today. I can’t quite put my finger on it, you’re glowing, wait, and a better word would be radiant. That’s it. I’ve never seen you look as beautiful as you do right now and I don’t mean because we made love. It goes much deeper than that. It’s not your physical beauty; it’s your inner beauty. I don’t know how else to describe it.”

Before she could say anything, he turned around and walked out of her office. Tears flowed freely down her face.

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Finally her day was over. It had taken some doing but she had made it thru. Of course it helped that she had her secretary re-schedule her last couple of appointments. Knowing Roman was back, Diane was only too happy to oblige. Marlena didn’t bother to correct her assumption. She knew Diane would never say anything to Roman about her leaving early. Locking her office, she headed to the garage and then to the loft to see John. Thinking all the things he said to earlier still brought tears to her eyes. He was such a romantic.

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John unlocked the door to the loft and walked in. It had been a long day; a really long day. After he left Marlena’s office he went back to his office and tried to get a little work done. Half way through the afternoon, he gave up. He couldn’t concentrate. He left work and picked up Boaty from the sitters. He wanted to spend time with him. Sometimes when he looked at Boaty, he became sad, not for himself, but for his son. Boaty would never know his mother Isabella. She was a wonderful woman. Other times he felt guilty because he knew in his heart of hearts, even though he loved Isabella, he never loved her the way he loved Marlena. He loved Isabella in his own way. She was a beautiful, kind woman. He loved her most of all because she gave him Boaty. He couldn’t imagine his life without him. They spent time at the park, even though it was a little chilly and then finally to Grandpa Victor’s house. Victor loved keeping Boaty and Boaty loved his Grandpa. He told Victor he would be by later to pick him up.

Now he was home, waiting for Marlena. Since he didn’t know what time she would be arriving he decided to take a shower. After being in the park with Boaty, he was pretty sure he needed one. John went upstairs, undressed and jumped in the shower.

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Marlena pulled in the garage of John’s building. She parked in the back on a different level. She didn’t think anyone would recognize her car. Besides John, she didn’t know anyone else in this building. She locked her door, and hurried to the elevator. So far she hadn’t seen anyone else. By the time she was standing in front of his door her heart was pounding in her chest. It was adrenaline. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was afraid someone would see her or because in just a few moments she would be alone with him. Probably a little of both. Using the key he gave her earlier, she unlocked the door and walked in. He was no where to be found. She did, however, hear water running upstairs. He was in the shower. Slowly she made her way upstairs.

John had just stepped out of the shower and was walking into his bedroom when he thought he heard a noise. He listened carefully. He was right; he had heard a noise. With only a towel wrapped around his waist, and nothing he could use as a weapon, he decided to wait and surprise the intruder. Hopefully the element of surprise would work in his favor. John waited on the other side of the door, his body tense.

Marlena approached his bedroom door. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she turned the door handle.

As soon as he saw the handle began to turn, he sprang into action. He yanked open the door with one hand, while his other hand went to grab the intruder by the shirt collar. His intention was to use his momentum and slam the person on the other side of the door into the wall behind him. His brain didn’t register the fact it was Marlena until her had her by the lapels on her blouse and was already swinging her around. He changed tactics immediately. Still using his momentum he swung his body around and threw her on his bed.

“Oh God, Doc; I’m so sorry. I could have hurt you.”

Marlena lay on the bed looking up at him. She was speechless; the look of shock still on her face.

“I heard a noise and thought someone had broken in. Are you alright?”

Finally finding her voice she answered, “I’m fine.”

Still shaken that he had come close to hurting the woman he loved, he asked her again, “Are you sure?”

Marlena nodded her head.

“Good! What the hell were you thinking?” The change in his demeanor was instantaneous. He went from loving and concerned to angry. He stood before her with his hands on his hips, looking down at her. His heart was racing.

She couldn’t believe it. Here he was attacking her. Now she was angry. “I was thinking I wanted to surprise you.” With each sentence she spoke her voice became louder. “I was thinking that since we talked about me stopping over before I went home that you might just be expecting me.” She sat up on the bed. Her eyes full of fury. “That’s what I was thinking.”

John could see she was angry. The change in the color of her eyes, the way she was breathing heavily, the defiant sitting position she had taken. All of the previous emotions he felt, concern, anger, were now fused into one: desire. She was absolutely gorgeous. He wanted her; every time he saw her he wanted her.

Marlena continued to look up him. For the first time, she noticed the only thing he had on was a towel. His hair was still wet from the shower. She couldn’t help herself as her eyes traveled from his beautiful blue eyes, down his muscular chest, to his six pack abs and finally settled on the towel before her.

Watching her devour him with her eyes excited him. She was the only woman who could arouse him with just a look; and she knew it.

“Well it looks like you’re glad to see me.” She reached up and undid his towel.

He stood naked in front of her as the towel dropped to the floor. “That’s a fact.”

“Seems to me you have a problem, maybe I can help you solve it.”

“You’re the only woman who can.” He pushed her back on the bed and straddled her. His voice now filled with desire, “Doc as much as I loved making love to you in your office today, I want you in my bed.” His hands reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. He raised her body and slid the skirt down her legs. Next he unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra and removed them until she lay completely naked underneath him. Marlena ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. She loved the way his body felt against her skin. It didn’t matter that they made love in her office earlier; all that mattered was that she wanted him again. Her arms went around his neck and pulled him to her. John, however, had another idea. He reached up and pulled her arms from around his neck and placed them over her head until she was pinned down. Leaning over her, he held both of her wrists with one hand while the other one began to slowly travel down her body. Marlena’s eyes were wide open, enjoying the sensations he was creating with his hand. But he was taking too long. She needed to feel him. Even though she was pinned down, she tried to position her body so that she could feel some part of his erection between her legs.

“Not yet my love.” John enjoyed holding her down and feeling her squirming underneath him. Marlena opened her mouth to protest but was met with his mouth instead. He pulled her bottom lip and slowly invaded her mouth with his tongue. Needing to feel her arms around him, he released her hands. Immediately they went around his neck pulling him closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between their bodies. John nudged open her legs and positioned his body between them. He placed the tip of his erection just inside of her and looked into her eyes. Marlena’s legs went around his waist. She was more than ready. Just as he was about to push into her, they both heard a knock at the door. Both John and Marlena froze, afraid to move or make a sound. It didn’t matter they were upstairs in his bedroom. A few seconds later, another knock at the door, only this one was a little louder.