The Affair

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Marlena was in a state of sheer panic. Suppose it was Roman; maybe he picked up on the s****l tension between her and John earlier in her office.

John slowly eased himself from her and stood up. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, his robe, and headed downstairs. On his way out, he leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. “Don’t worry. It’ll be ok.” He hoped his words gave her comfort and convinced her; but the truth was he didn’t know who was knocking at his door. He wasn’t expecting anyone.

Trying to stay positive and not think about whoever was downstairs, Marlena focused in on the water running in the bathroom. “John, why didn’t you turn off the shower?”

“Doc, that’s my excuse to get rid of whoever is downstairs.” He wrapped the towel around his waist and then slipped on his robe. He hoped the towel and the robe were enough to cover his current state of arousal.

“Oh” was her reply. Now he knew she was afraid. Normally she would have said something about him thinking fast on his feet; but instead she remained quiet.

John walked out of his bedroom and closed the door behind him. As he walked down the stairs, he yelled out, “Just a second. I’m coming.”

As soon as John closed the door, Marlena grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. She was just about to enter, when she stopped. As afraid as she was, she had to know who was downstairs. If it was Roman, she had to face him. As quietly as she could, Marlena walked over to the bedroom door, pressed ear against it and began to get dressed. Even if it wasn’t Roman, she wouldn’t hide naked in John’s bedroom. She could hear John walking across the floor to the door. Just before he opened it, she closed her eyes and prayed it wasn’t Roman. She had just slipped her blouse on when she heard John’s voice.

“Rebecca.”

When Marlena heard John call Rebecca’s name, she silently gave thanks it wasn’t Roman and then fumed because it was Rebecca. I was right she thought. She does want him. There she stood; her blouse on, her skirt in her hand and her ear pressed to the door.

Rebecca stood there speechless. John always looked sexy in his clothes but to see him standing with his robe slightly open at the top just enough so she could get a little peek at his muscular chest and his hair all wet was another story. The man was absolutely gorgeous.

Feeling the silence stretch into an uncomfortable situation he spoke up, “Did I forget something? Did we make plans?” John knew they had no such plans, but he was too much of a gentleman to embarrass her.

“Uh, no.” she finally stammered. “I can see I caught you at a bad time.”

“Yea, I was just in the shower when I ran out of soap. I was on my way downstairs when I heard you knocking. What brings you here?”

Marlena was still listening upstairs. I can tell you why she’s here. She wants you. Having heard enough, she moved from the door and sat on the bed.

“Actually I was in the neighborhood and I thought I would see if you were able to get a hold of Victor or the Boaty’s.” Ok she told herself. It was a partial lie. She wasn’t really in the neighborhood but she did wonder if he had a babysitter for Boaty.

“Boaty is with Victor, but I’m expecting them any minute. That’s why I was trying to shower before Victor brought him back.” He felt bad about lying, but he had no choice. Boaty was with Victor, but he wasn’t due until later. “Let me go rinse off and get dressed. I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Ok.” What she really wanted to tell him was not to get dressed on her account. She definitely liked what she had seen so far and if she was lucky she would see a whole lot more of him. Something told her there was definitely more to John Borne than she knew and she intended to find out. She walked over to the couch and made herself comfortable.

John turned and headed back up the stairs. He knew Marlena was waiting for him and she wouldn’t be happy. John stood outside the bedroom door trying to think of something that would appease her, but he wasn’t having any luck. He might as well get it over with. John opened the door and walked in. Marlena was sitting on his bed, her skirt laid next to her. Without saying a word he took her hand and walked into the bathroom. They needed to talk and the shower would serve as a buffer.

“Doc, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t expecting Rebecca, I swear.”

“John, it’s alright.”

He sighed in relief. “You mean you’re not mad.”

“At first I was mad, but not at you. I was mad at Rebecca because she wants you and now even you can’t deny it anymore.”

“Doc, I told you it doesn’t matter what she wants, I only want you.”

“I know John. But you’re definitely going to have to be careful around her. She won’t be satisfied until she gets you in to bed.”

“Then she’ll be one unsatisfied woman for a long time.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Wait for me. I’ll get rid of her.” He walked to his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

She followed him, walking as quietly as possible. She didn’t want Rebecca to hear two sets of foot steps.

The minute he threw his robe and towel on the bed, she knew there was a problem. She grabbed his arm and brought him back into the bathroom. His jeans were still in his hand.

“Doc, I thought we settled everything. I can’t stay up here too long.”

“We did settle everything. That’s not the problem.”

He looked at her confused. “Well then, just what exactly is the problem?”

“John you can’t go down there like that.”

“I know, that’s why I’m putting on a pair of jeans.”

“John, the jeans won’t hide everything.”

“Hide what?”

Without saying a word, she lowered her eyes until they were focused on his erection.

Finally the light clicked on. “Doc once I put on these jeans she won’t notice.”

“John, the only way she won’t notice the huge bulge in your pants is if she’s blind and unless she’s suddenly developed a temporary case of blindness, she’ll definitely see it. It’s kind of hard to miss; no pun intended.”

“Well there’s nothing I can do about that. I’ll just have to hope for the best.”

“I have a better idea.” She took his hand and led him back to the bed. “Sit here.”

John sat on the edge of the bed while Marlena stood before him. She nudged his legs open and stepped in between them. His hands went underneath her blouse and traveled up her body until they reached her breasts. He cupped both of them and began to knead and massage them. Slowly she lowered herself to the floor until she was kneeling before him. His hands slipped from underneath her blouse and gripped the edge of the bed. Normally Marlena would have teased him a little, but right now there wasn’t any time. She took the tip of him into her mouth.

“Doc, you feel so good.”

She sucked the tip of his erection and pulled back up, never breaking contact with him. Each time she lowered her mouth she took a little more of him into her mouth and pulled back up. Because of his size, it always took her a while before she could take him completely in her mouth. Up and down she went, at the same steady pace. She knew exactly how he liked it. Just knowing that she was giving him pleasure excited her beyond belief. She was always ready afterwards.

John’s hands left the bed and were now entangled in her hair. God she was good. Her mouth was specifically designed for him. Without realizing it, he began to thrust his hips up to meet her.

Once he began to move his hips she knew he needed her to go faster. Without stopping Marlena placed her hands underneath his hips and raised them. He knew what she wanted. They could always read each other’s mind when it came to s*x. She wanted him to stand and he did. Her hands went on his waist while he moved in and out of her mouth.

He moaned her name over and over, “Marlena, Marlena, Marlena….” Faster and faster he went. His hands still entangled in her hair. He was almost there. She took everything he gave her. He could stay there forever.

Marlena could tell he was close. The way he moved in and out of her mouth; the way his hands gripped her hair; and the way he moaned her name. Just a little bit more and he would be over the edge. It was time. Now each time as he pulled back she sucked him just a little bit harder and longer. That was it.

“Oh God, Doc, I’m coming; I’m coming.” He tried to move away but her hands were still on his hips and held in him place. His whole body began to shake. He couldn’t see anything but black spots. He exploded into her mouth. Marlena continued kneeling and took every drop he had to give her.

Finally it was over and he fell back onto the bed. Marlena slowly rose and lay next to him. Once she caught her breath, she leaned over and kissed him. “Now you can go. I’ll be waiting.”

As much as he wanted to stay there with her, he knew the faster he went downstairs and got rid of Rebecca the faster he could come back to Marlena. John grabbed his jeans and slipped them on. He didn’t bother with the button, only the zipper. He wasn’t planning on keeping them on that long. He pulled his T-shirt over his head.

Marlena sat silently on the bed, watching him get dressed. It didn’t matter if he was wearing a tailor made tuxedo, or a pair of raggedy jeans and a T-shirt, he was sexy as hell. “God you look good.” Her voice took on a more s****l tone. She was definitely aroused. “Good enough to eat.” She stood up, walked over to him and placed her hand on his chest. “Oh, wait. I just did that.” She leaned in, kissed him lightly on his lips and as she pulled back from him looked into his eyes and whispered, “Funny thing though, I’m still hungry. Hurry!” The last word ‘hurry’ was more of a demand than a request and he knew it.

The sound of her voice sent shivers down his spine. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to leave.” Already his jeans felt just a little bit tighter. “I’ll be right back.” He wanted to run down the stairs and escort Rebecca out of the loft immediately. Unfortunately he couldn’t do that; at least not without making her suspicious. He forced himself to take his time going down the stairs.

Marlena knew he would be back as soon as possible. He wanted to continue where they left off and so did she. He knew how to push her buttons and she knew how to push his. It was why they were meant for each other; why they couldn’t stay away from one another. She couldn’t say she truly believed in reincarnation or pre-destiny, but she definitely believed she and John were destined to be together. Surely they must have known one another in a previous life or a parallel universe. There was no other explanation for it. How else could you explain the circumstances of their meeting, falling in love with one another and finally continuing to love one another without hesitation despite all the obstacles they had to overcome? It was meant to be; they were meant to be. It was as simple as that. Nothing else made sense.

Rebecca sat there on the couch waiting for John to return. It wasn’t often that she found a man who captured her interest as much as he did. If she really thought about it, she couldn’t remember the last time it happened. John Black was a mystery, but one she intended to solve. She knew all about his life as Roman. She made it her business to know everything about him. What she couldn’t understand, would never understand is how Marlena let him go? Yes she understood he wasn’t Roman and he wasn’t the father of her children, but, and this was a big but for her, if you spent any time with him he was the type of man you were looking for. What could she (meaning Marlena) have been thinking? She had to love him. Hell, she married him. Roman was a nice guy but if she had the choice Marlena had; she would have chosen to be Mrs. John Borne. Oh well; Marlena’s loss was her gain. She would never make the same mistake.

It seemed to take him forever to reach the bottom of the stairs. All he could think about or see was Marlena. She was everything to him. Without her, he didn’t exist.

Marlena waited for him to come back to her. She couldn’t bear it whenever they were apart. It was an actual physical ache she felt when they were kept apart. It was hard to believe so much had happened in such a short span of time. It was only a few weeks ago that she was fighting her feelings for him. No, that wasn’t quite true. If she was really honest with herself she had been fighting her feelings for him since the truth about Roman was revealed. John was her life, had been her life and would always be her life. Without him, she would never be whole. He was the yin to her yang, the up to her down, the in to her out. A smile crossed her face. Could she ever think about him without it taking on a s****l connotation? Up, down, in, out. She was a psychiatrist for crying out loud. Those weren’t Freudian slips. It was what it was.

She heard him coming down the stairs before she actually saw him. As she turned around, she noticed his attire. He was wearing an old faded pair of jeans and a T-shirt. The thing was; he wore it well. He definitely made a statement whenever he entered a room. It wasn’t something that he practiced and had perfected. It was genuine. He truly didn’t understand the effect he had on women. It had been her lucky day, the day she met him at the diner. It was true. Things fell into your lap when you weren’t looking. That day, the only thing she was looking for was a seat. It just so happened that his table had the only available seat. Fate worked in mysterious ways. Just the short conversation they had that day showed her he was a man with values. He wasn’t out to make the big score. He valued commitment, friendship, honesty and truth. All the things she rarely saw in her line of work. Even after she gave him her number she wasn’t sure he would call. In fact, he hadn’t, she called him. The night at the Chez Rouge would have been their real first official date. But as usual, work intruded. That night brought up uneasy feelings. It was the first time she had seen him and Marlena together. Thank God Marlena was happily married to Roman. If she wasn’t, she would be worried. There was something there. It wasn’t anything they did, it was just a feeling she had. Then again, maybe she was projecting her own insecurities. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened. In some of her previous relationships, she had been accused of sabotaging them. Looking for things to go wrong, therefore causing things to go wrong.

John saw her sitting on the couch waiting for him. All he really wanted to do was show her the door and rush back to Marlena’s waiting arms. “Rebecca I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He sat in a chair next to the couch.