[Insider] Newlywed's New Desires Ch. 19 (Patreon)

Hey friends! Thanks for the patience on this as I battle lots of personal issues. I won't bore you with a long post here, about the chapter and the writing process. Hope you you all enjoy the chapter and I look forward to the feedback.

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Ashley groaned into her coffee mug, her eyes bloodshot as she listened to the birds chirping. Chris sat next to her, his hangover less severe. They'd left their phones inside, away from invisible ears. The back patio wasn't as fun as their time in the shower together, but after last night at Jen's they needed a little bit of calm before Chris left for the airport.

The silence that filled the void was thick with unanswered questions. Ashley's mind kept drifting back to the taste of Jen's lips, the way another woman's hands had felt against her skin. She'd never really had an interest in women before, but she knew how much Clayton wanted her first experience to be with him. Would last night still have happened if she wasn't so angry with him? The memory made her stomach flutter. Excitement? Shame? A confusing blend of both?

Chris watched her over his coffee cup, noting the way she kept touching her lips absently, as if still feeling that first kiss with Jen. He wanted to ask her about it, needed to understand what was happening behind those distant eyes. He knew last night was a performance. For him, for Clayton. He wanted to make sure she was okay, but he wasn't sure she was ready to talk about it.

"You put on quite the performance last night," he said, slurping his coffee to break the silence.

Ashley's laugh was quiet. The word performance was more spot-on than she cared to admit. She tucked one leg beneath her studying Chris's face. "My performance for you or the performance for our uninvited friend?"

Chris's cock stirred, of course it did. He had just witnessed Ashley's with another woman that was going to replay in his mind for the rest of the year. But it was more than that. The way Ashley taunted Clayton. He knew it was stupid, dangerous even. But seeing her take charge like that, to throw her sexuality back in his face. God, it was sexy.

"So part of that was for him? I had a feeling, but wasn't sure."

Ashley's cheeks flushed. He wasn't wrong. The kiss with Jen just sort of happened. She didn't even know Jen saw her like that. But what happened after, once they all got back inside, that was pure theater. She wanted it to drive Clayton insane with jealousy, but of course it wasn't that easy. Every time she tried to get lost in the moment she thought of him. The softness, the gentleness of her kiss with Jen was so different from the demanding intensity she'd grown accustomed to with men. Even with Dave, she'd found herself closing her eyes and imagining he was Clayton, only to be jarred back to reality by his particular rhythm, his gentler touch. The shame of that realization made her shudder. She didn't want to examine why her mind had replaced Dave with Clayton, didn't want Chris to see that flicker of guilt in her expression.

"I haven't heard from him since we went to Jen's. Maybe he wasn't even listening."

"You don't believe that," Chris said, noticing the way Ashley's shoulders slumped when she said it. He could see the disappointment she was trying to hide. Not disappointment that Clayton might have heard, but disappointment that he hadn't responded. Some part of her had wanted Clayton to react, to be jealous, to fight for her attention. The thought should have made him furious, but instead it filled him with a hollow ache.

"So Jen," he said switching the subject. The pivot felt clumsy, but neither of them seemed ready to dig deeper into the Clayton revelation. He didn't have a lot of time before he had to leave for the airport, and they didn't get a chance to talk last night when they got home. "That was..."

"Hot?" Ashley giggled. "Geez, why are all guys obsessed with girl on girl action." Chris adjusted himself in his seat, causing her foot to fall and her to roll her eyes.

"I don't know, I just..." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I never thought about you with another woman before."

Ashley bit her lip, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her head. The truth was, she hadn't thought about it before either. Not until Clayton put the idea in her head. She fidgeted in her seat as she recalled the promise she made him, wondering how much of last night was really for him.

"Have you ever... I mean, was last night the first time?"

"Are you asking if I had some wild college phase you don't know about?"

Chris felt heat creep up his neck. "Maybe?"

She considered teasing him, to make up some wild fantasy about a drunken night in nursing school. This felt like old times, like it did when they first started this adventure together. Before the FBI, and spy games.

"Sorry to disappoint," she said teasingly. "But no drunken college stories here." She paused for dramatic effect. "Not unless you count that time Emma threw up all over my exam our final year."

They laughed together in a way that felt cathartic for them both, with Chris reaching across the small table and taking her hand.

"So how it?" he asked, squeezing her hand. "Last night I mean. Would you... would you ever do it again?"

Despite herself, she was still thinking about Clayton, about the request he'd made in the car. Her nipples hardened as a cool gust of air swept over the porch. "Maybe if you weren't flying off with your office wife, you'd get to find out," she said, with a smirk.

Even though he knew she was teasing him, it still felt like a punch to the gut and his face turned red. "She's not my... I mean I'm not." She laughed, slapping his arm in a playful way as he regained his composure. "You know you don't have anything to worry about, right?"

"I know," she said, bouncing up and sitting in his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. "I just like to watch you squirm."

Her lips brushed against his and for a moment all of their fears and anxiety melted away. Her grip around his neck tightened, his hands disappearing underneath the thin fabric of her shirt.

"You work with Jen tonight?" Chris asked, as they came up for air.

"I do."

"Are you nervous it's going to be weird?"

"A little," she admitted, then grinned. "Or maybe we will sneak away and lez out." She felt Chris's reaction press into her backside. "You're too easy," she laughed.

"Dave didn't find anything in the code," Chris said, after another stretch of silence. He felt Ashley tense in his lap. "But he did mention the possibility of remote access. Some type of key injection that could happen after the code is compiled."

"What does that mean?"

"It means," he stopped, not wanting to say the next part out loud. "It means, Clayton could still get access to systems, remotely. If that's the case we'd need to log files from the system he's using to connect. Dave gave me a program, it's on a thumb drive in the car."

"And I'm the best shot at getting access to those files."

"That's not what I said. We don't even know for sure if he's doing it, or where he's accessing them from."

Just like that, Ashley was taken back to Clayton's house. She was bent over his desk, Tom watching her from the monitor in front of her. She'd never seen so many screens before, so much high-end equipment. "I know where," she whispered, breaking herself from the scene before her body could have more of a reaction.

"You do?"

She nodded, turning her body to look at him. "His office in his house. It's got to be. When I was..." She ran her fingers across his jaw. "That's it, I know it."

"It doesn't matter," he said, his face hardening. "You don't need to go back there. We can find another way."

"No we can't." She ran her fingers down his chest.

"We can talk about it when I get back from Seattle. I'll think of something."

Ashley's fingers continued down his chest, and into his lap. "Maybe I want to go back. Maybe I miss his big..."

Chris pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth before she could finish her sentence. He knew she was just playing the game, and trying to get a reaction out of him. It worked.

Before Chris could untangle his own conflicted emotions though Ashley's wrist caught the morning light. The silver watch face reflected the sun as she glanced at it, her expression shifting to alarm.

"Shit. Chris, what time is your flight?"

He followed her gaze to the watch, his stomach dropping. "I'm going to miss my flight."

The conversation died abruptly as they both stood, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on them. There would be no resolution this morning, no clear plan, just the terrible uncertainty of Ashley being here alone to deal with everything herself.

"We need to go," she said, already moving toward the door.

***

Talk radio filled the silence in the BMW as Chris drove himself to the airport with Ashley in the passenger seat. Their phones sat in the middle console, a constant reminder that their conversations could be monitored.

"Traffic's not too bad," Chris said, hating that he'd been reduced to talking about traffic with his own wife. "Should get there with a little bit of time to spare."

"Good." Ashley's response was automatic, her mind elsewhere. She'd pulled out the flash drive Dave had given them as soon as they got into the car, and spun it in her fingers as she considered how to plant it. It would mean going back to Clayton's house, playing nice with him to gain access. what happened last time she was there was anger, nothing else.

"You going to be okay while I'm gone?" Chris asked, noticing the way her hands were balled into fists.

"I'll be fine." She forced a smile, knowing what he was trying to ask her while trying to keep things normal for any listening ears. "You'll text me when you land?"

"Of course."

Ashley closed her eyes, picturing Clayton's home office again. That was the place she was sure of it. She tried to visualize the room, where the drive would go, but the truth was she didn't get a real good look of her surroundings before. She had been too focused on Tom. On how Clayton...

Her eyes snapped open. She needed to get back in there. The tricky part would be getting Clayton distracted enough. But she had ideas about that too. Ideas that made her stomach twist with anticipation and dread.

They pulled into the hourly parking garage, the concrete structure echoing with the sounds of slamming doors and rolling luggage. Chris found a spot on the third level, close enough to the elevator that they didn't have to walk a mile.

"You don't have to walk me in," Chris said, but Ashley was already getting out of the car.

"I want to." She needed these extra minutes with him, needed to anchor herself to what was real before diving back into Clayton's twisted reality. They hadn't really had a chance to talk about whether she was going to see him while Chris was gone. She knew it would make him anxious, although she wasn't sure if it was the good kind or the bad. But, she didn't have the strength to argue about it with him. She was only just starting to form a plan, and she knew he wouldn't like it.

They walked through the parking garage in companionable silence, Chris pulling his wheeled suitcase behind him while Ashley's heels clicked against the concrete. Each step carried them deeper into their own private anxieties. Chris's mind was already racing ahead to Seattle, to navigating Tom's expectations and comments. Not to mention all of the awkwardness with Katie lately. Ashley had said she wasn't worried, that Chris was being silly. Maybe she was right, but still the thought of spending a couple of nights with Katie away from Ashley made his head spin with possibilities.

Meanwhile, Ashley wrestled with the weight of what she had to do, the careful balance of manipulation and survival she'd need to maintain with Clayton. She knew that despite her best planning Clayton would try to manipulate her, to seduce her. Hell, if she was being honest with herself she knew he would succeed. After all, she needed him to trust her, right? Her body certainly thought so. It hummed with excitement from just the possibility of another encounter.

Inside the terminal, the familiar chaos of travelers surrounded them. Families saying goodbye, business travelers checking phones, the constant announcements echoing overhead. Ashley watched it all with a strange detachment, as if she were already somewhere else entirely.

They joined the security line, moving slowly forward while maintaining the surface conversation that had carried them through the drive.

"You okay?" Chris's hand found hers, squeezing gently. "You seem tense."

"Just tired." She squeezed back, wishing she could tell him everything she was thinking. "Last night was... a lot."

As they approached the security checkpoint, Ashley felt the weight of what lay ahead settling on her shoulders. She pulled Chris to the side, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Whatever happens while you're gone..." she began, then stopped, choosing her words carefully. The security line moved around them, but she felt suspended in this moment with Chris. "Just remember I will always love you, no matter what. I love you."

Chris's expression shifted, confusion flickering across his features. "Ash, it's just a couple days. You don't have to worry about Katie or—"

"I know." She leaned up and kissed him, pouring everything she couldn't say into the contact. When they broke apart, her eyes were bright with unshed tears. "I just... I'm going to miss you like crazy."

"I'm going to miss you too," he said, pressing his forehead to hers. When he looked up he saw Katie making her way from the security line and headed toward the gate.

"There's Katie," he said, nodding toward the security area. "I should catch up."

"Go," she said, with a playful grin. "Who knows maybe by the time you land I'll already be in a broom closet somewhere with Jen."

"You're evil," he said, turning back toward the line, before stopping and turning back for one final kiss.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too," he whispered against her lips. "It's only a day or two."

Ashley watched him disappear through security, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was on her own now, and although she couldn't place why, she couldn't help but think it was better this way.

***

The walk back to the car was slow. Ashley's mind was still on her goodbye with Chris, the challenges she was going to face without him. She'd made up her mind, even if Chris hadn't made up his. She was going to make up with Clayton. It was the only way to get the logger in place.

The elevator doors stood open at the end of the row, and that's when she saw him.

Clayton leaned against the metal frame, arms across his chest, like he'd been waiting for her for hours. This wasn't how she'd expected it to go at all. She wanted to go home, finish her shift at the hospital, come up with a real plan. But, she should have known it was a possibility he'd show up here. After all, he was the one who arranged the travel plans for both Chris and Katie. Still, seeing him there, in his dark jeans and fitted black t-shirt that seemed to emphasize how broad his shoulders were, caused Ashley to nearly stumble out of the elevator.

She caught herself quickly, rage quickly pushing any other feelings aside as she thought about all the unwanted attention she'd gotten because of him. She pulled out her phone immediately, pretending to check messages and give him the cold shoulder, while she scrolled to find the voice recording app. The red dot appeared just as Clayton pushed off from the wall.

"You've been avoiding me," he said, falling into step beside her as she walked toward her car.

Ashley kept her eyes on her phone screen, thumb moving like she was typing a response. "I've been busy," she said without looking up, continuing her determined march toward the BMW and dropped her phone back into her bag.

"Busy? I'm not the type of person you can just ignore." His voice got deeper, more aggressive, more... desperate.

"You sure about that? Seems to be working out just fine for me." She was almost to her car now, safety just a few more steps away. But Clayton's hand suddenly appeared on her arm, stopping her progress.

"We need to talk," he said, his grip firm but not painful.

Ashley finally looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time. The familiar pull was there. That magnetic draw that had gotten her into this mess in the first place, but this time it was mixed with red hot rage. Adrenaline flooded her system, her hand trembling, even as it made contact with his cheek. The slap echoing through the garage.

For a stunned second, no one spoke. Clayton's cheek burned red, but he made no effort to touch it, to do anything other than glare at Ashley.

"You feel better?" He asked, more annoyed than hurt.

"No. Now get the hell away from me before I scream."

He stood up straight, but made no effort to give her space. "I told you. We need to talk."

"About what exactly?" She turned her entire body to face him fully now. Ensuring he got the full affect of her rage. "About how you had me parading around town wearing that stupid fucking jewelry? About how you made me make a fool of myself?"

For a moment, Clayton's cocky swagger disappeared. Genuine confusion creeping onto his face. "That anklet? That's what this is about?"

"Go to hell," she said, with all the venom of a viper ready to strike. "You think embarrassing me is going to make me want to jump into bed with you? Like you have some claim over my body?"

That smug look was back on his face and he took a step closer, crowding Ashley's space, but she didn't dare back away. This was the best case scenario in his eyes. He was worried she and Chris had been in contact with the FBI, had figured out more than he was ready to explain. If it was just about the anklet, about her embarrassment, he could handle that.

He stepped closer, his gaze darting to her hand to ensure she wasn't going to slap him again. Then, before she could react, his hand was on her hip, pulling her against him. Her body responded instantly, a traitorous flutter of heat despite her rage.

"You're overreacting," he said with a shrug. "I just wanted the world to know what we already know..."

Ashley pushed against his chest, but he didn't budge. "Don't touch me."

"What Chris already knows," he continued, his grip tightening.

"You don't know a fucking thing about me."

His fingers slid across her hip, brushing the swell of her ass.

Her throat constricted, every nerve ending suddenly hypersensitive to his proximity as he continued to push just the right buttons. She willed it away, focusing on her anger. "And what exactly do you think you know?"

"That you're mine, and no one," he pressed his body into hers. His manhood pressing against her thigh making her quiver. "can make you feel the way I make you feel."

"I'm not—" Her breath hitched as he pressed closer, his body heat making her skin tingle despite her fury. She shoved harder. "I'm not yours, or anyone else's." Her hands pushed against his chest.

"My slut. That's what you called yourself, isn't it?" His gaze went to her lips. "Every time you finally stopped worrying. When you could no longer stand the amount of pleasure I was given you. That's what you would scream. Your..." He pressed into her harder, her back aching against the hood of the car. "My..." He bent down, his teeth, grazing her neck. "slut."

Heat flooded Ashley's cheeks, part shame, mostly unwanted arousal. "That was different. That was in the moment, it was—"

"It was the truth." He kissed her neck, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh causing her to whimper. "And everyone who saw the anklet knew you belong to me."

"The world knows I'm married," she said, her voice shakier than she wanted. She needed to regain control. "They don't need to know about whatever... this is." She reached between them, grasping his manhood with a vice like grip. "Besides, you think you're the only guy on Earth with a decent dick? I don't need you."

Clayton stepped back winching. She could see the hurt in his eyes even if he was laughing. "Please, you think that little performance last night proved anything?"

Ashley's ears perked up. Had he just admitted to spying on her? "And what performance is that?"

She saw his jaw clench, a moment of panic wash over his face. "That's not important right now, is it? He grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the cool metal of the hood as he pressed his body into hers. The angle forced her back to arch, and when she tried to regain her balance, her leg inadvertently lifted, giving him the opening to step between her thighs. "What's important is that you're right back where you're supposed to be."

"You're wrong," she said, her words breathier than she'd have liked. "You blew it by turning me into a walking billboard." The heat of his breath felt like fire on her cheek. He was getting angry, good, she could use that.

"No, I just made you admit to yourself that this isn't about Chris anymore." He pushed his hips forward, making a moan slip from her lips before she could catch it.

"I'm still mad at you," Ashley said, though her voice lacked conviction as his hands found her waist. The warmth of his palms burned through the thin fabric of her shirt, sending unwanted shivers down her spine.

"For what? For telling the world that you're mine? That this is all you need?" Clayton's fingers traced along her ribs, and she felt her resolve wavering despite herself. His touch awakened muscle memory she thought she'd forget. Her body responding to him with just a few simple strokes. Maybe he was right, maybe this was exactly what she needed.

Ashley's thoughts scattered like startled birds, her skin flushing with unwanted warmth that made her furious with herself. A thousand sin filled memories filled her head, rendering her speechless.

She needed to stay focused. She needed him to say more, to give her something concrete for the recording still running in her purse. Another soft sound escaped her lips before she could stop it, betraying the war between her mind and body.

"Mmmm..." the moan slipped out before she could catch it. "You're such an asshole."

"Guilty as charged." He thrust into her again, making her bite her lip. Maybe this was a good thing, maybe she didn't have to be angry with him anymore to get what she needed.

"I... I missed this more than I should have," she finally admitted, hating how true the words felt even as she spoke them strategically. His hands were on her bare skin now, burning her with the force of a thousand suns as she tried to convince herself she didn't want them to slide further up her body. Tires squealed in the distance and she was briefly reminded where she was. Her body molded into his, seeking contact while her mind screamed in protest.

Suddenly, Clayton's manhood was pulsing against her sex, filling her with memories of past encounters. This was exactly what he wanted, to prove that she couldn't resist him. Maybe he was right, but that didn't means should couldn't use it to her advantage, to find a way to use that arrogance against him. She hooked her legs around his, drawing him closer. Luckily, she was wearing jeans and they added just enough barrier to stop her from giving in completely.

Clayton's confidence surged at her confession. His touch became more possessive, more demanding. His lips found her neck, and she was hopeless to not push into it. "I knew you couldn't stay away. You need this as much as I do."

"I... Fuck, Clayton, I wish you were there last night," Ashley breathed, her internal struggle intensifying as her body responded against her better judgment. "To hear the things I was saying... The things I was doing. I wanted it to be you." She reached between them without thinking, her mind on autopilot, grasping his manhood. He was hard, ready. It felt giant against her hand, and she ran her tongue across her teeth as she stroked him through his pants.

Clayton's eyes darkened with victory. He knew this was all that she needed, to be reminded about how good they felt together. "Like when you told him you'd never seen one so thick before? That was a lie, wasn't it?"

The words slipped out before he could stop them, his hands already pulling down the cup of her bra. She felt him pause the moment he said it, concrete proof that he'd been listening in all captured in her voice recorder.

Got you, she thought with a surge of triumph that mixed dangerously with the heat coursing through her veins. She turned her head, capturing his lips with hers, pushing her tongue into his mouth with a hunger that couldn't be faked. She told herself it was so he didn't have time to process the mistake he made.

"Ahh," she moaned. She ran her hands through the back of his hair as Clayton bit down on her neck, his fingers circling her fully erect nipples. Clayton grinded against her, and despite every instinct screaming at her to push him away, her body responded. Each movement he made seemed designed to remind her muscle memory of what they'd share. She could feel the slick growing between her legs as her hips sought contact even as her mind recoiled at his confession. All of it working against her, and sending her body into overdrive.

The headlights of a passing car whipped Ashley out of her trance, and before she could get completely lost in Clayton's masterful manipulation she unhooked her legs and pushed up slightly on his chest. "We... we can't." She struggled to catch her breath. "Not here."

Clayton looked down at her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fine, my car is right around the corner. I'll—"

"No," Ashley said quickly, her pulse spiking. Getting him to admit he'd been listening was only the beginning. She still needed access to his computer. "I'll follow you back to your place." She gave a teasing smirk before he could object. "I don't trust myself to be able to wait if I don't drive separate and I don't want to get arrested for public indecency."

She turned and walked to the door of her car before he even answered. She knew his ego would be too inflated to say no. He may have been right about her being his slut. She'd come to terms with that, accepted it in a way that maybe she shouldn't have. Chris had always been drawn to that part of their dynamic, always seemed to be most turned on when she completely surrendered.

But, one thing Clayton didn't seem to consider, was that he was a whore too. A whore for his own ego and she'd figured out how to use it against him. For the first time since she'd given into Clayton she finally felt like she had the upper hand. He may be the one leading her back to his bed, but she was the one who knew how the game was going to end.

She pulled her phone out of her purse as soon shut the door of the BMW, turning off the recording app. She had a missed call from Chris, followed by a text. About to board. Just wanted to hear your voice one more time before we took off.

She went to call him back and then paused. He would try to talk her out of what she was about to do. She didn't want the distraction. She needed to stay focused. He'd be hurt, but in the end she knew he would understand. The game was had changed, and this time, she intended to win.

***

Chris fumbled with his boarding pass as they approached the gate, his phone pressed to his ear. After several rings he was sent to voicemail. Ashley never ignored his calls. Especially not when he was about to board a flight. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but he did his best to try to ignore the anxiety building in his chest.

"Still no answer?" Katie appeared beside him, the top two buttons of her blouse undone. Chris couldn't help but notice the way men stared at her as her heels clicked across the tile floor. The same look Ashley got whenever they went out. Was that why she wasn't answering? Did someone see her leaving the airport alone, and offer to buy her a drink? Maybe one drink led to three and now she was...

"She's probably just busy," Chris said, shoving his phone into his pocket and the ridiculous thought out of his head. They had enough to worry about with the trip and the FBI. There was no reason to send himself spiraling down another dark corner of his mind, even if it did send blood pumping to his mid-section.

"First class, huh?" Katie grinned as they handed over their boarding passes. "I could get used to this. Remind me to thank Clayton for the upgrade." The way she winked when she said it made Chris lose his breath. He could picture exactly how she would be thanking him, and as much as he tried he couldn't help but picture Katie long legs wrapped around his powerful frame.

"Everything alright there, boss?" Katie smirked, her gaze on the growing bulge in the front of his slacks.

Chris turned ten different shades of red, causing Katie to bark out a laugh. "Relax, she was hot," Katie said, looking over her shoulder at the attendant who scanned their boarding pass. "Nothing wrong with looking. It will be our secret."

Chris managed a weak smile, thankful that she didn't know the real reason for his arousal. It was going to be a long couple of days.

"God, these seats are huge," Katie said, settling into the one next to the window as Chris helped her put her bag in the overhead bin. "A girl could get used to this."

"You think that's impressive, wait until you see the drinks they serve." Chris checked his phone again. Still nothing from Ashley.

Katie noticed his distraction, a pang of sadness over taking her. "You already trying to get me drunk?" She nudged him playfully with her elbow, hoping to lighten the mood.

"What? No. I... Sorry, I didn't..."

"Hey relax. I was just kidding." She touched his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "What has you so stressed out anyway?"

"Just..." He let out a breath, checking his phone again. "Sorry, just the audit and... home stuff."

"Trouble in paradise?" She asked, trying to keep her tone light. "That must have been the tenth time I've seen you check your phone since we got on the plane. Anything you want to talk about?"

Chris felt heat creep up his neck. How could he explain the knot of anxiety in his gut, the feeling that something was about to go very wrong? "She's fine. We're fine. Just... you know how it is being away."

Katie's smiled. "Actually, I don't. But I can imagine." She leaned back in her seat, studying him with those sharp green eyes. "You know, if you need to sit this one out. I can handle Seattle solo. I've got the presentation memorized, and honestly?" She lowered her voice and leaned in. "Something tells me Tom will like me a little better than you."

Chris's gaze went to her exposed chest, just for a second. He was so caught up in his own stuff he hadn't even considered that Katie had never met Tom before, she had no idea the type of man he was. Given how much she liked to flirt, that had all the ingredients to put her in a very bad position she wasn't ready for.

"I appreciate that, but I can't bail on you. Besides, I've got to evaluate you, right? Make sure you're ready for that promotion we discussed."

Katie's eyes went wide. "Right," she said relieved. "I wasn't sure that was still on the table. After... well, you know. I thought maybe I blew it."

"We're good, Katie. Really."

"Thank, God," she said, relief flooding her face. "Because Ashley sounds incredible, and honestly? I'm dying to meet her when we get back. You talk about her so much, I feel like I know her already, but I'd love to finally put a face to the name."

"That's a great idea. You two would really like each other," Chris said, finally feeling like the whole awkward mess was truly put to bed. Before the conversation could continue, his phone buzzed, and he practically lunged for it. Ashley's name lit up the screen, and relief flooded his system.

Sorry I missed your call, I was walking to the car and didn't hear it ring. Don't worry about me. Remember what I told you, no matter what happens I will always love you.

The message should have been reassuring. Instead, it filled him with a deeper sense of dread. No matter what happens? What did that mean?

"Good news?" Katie asked, but her teasing tone faltered when she saw his expression.

"Yeah, just... Ashley texting me back." He forced the phone back into his pocket. "Now, let's get those drinks."

For a moment, the knot in Chris's chest loosened. Maybe he was overthinking everything. Ashley was fine, Katie was being supportive without overstepping, and he needed to focus on getting through the next couple of days.

The flight attendants continued to usher passengers to their seats. It looked like it was going to be a full flight. Chris was just starting to relax when a familiar figure walked down the aisle, scanning seat numbers.

Agent Holbrook paused at row six, directly across the aisle. Their eyes met for a brief moment, Holbrook's expression hidden behind a pair of Ray-Bans. He settled into his seat, his gaze petrified Chris.

Chris's blood turned to ice. The FBI was following him to Seattle. Which meant they either didn't trust him, or something was about to go very, very wrong.

***

Ashley's leg shook with nervous energy as Clayton's neighborhood came into view. She'd taken the flash drive from her purse on the ride over, twirled it in her hand so that it was a constant reminder of what she was doing. It was the only thing that mattered when she got there. It was her ace in the hole. Their freedom depended on it. Everything else that happened today would just be a means to an end.

So, why did her pulse quicken at the thought of seeing him? She hated that her body had already started responding, warmth pooling low in her belly despite everything he'd put her through. The airport had proven what she'd been trying to deny, her physical reaction to Clayton was beyond her control now. Some Pavlovian response he'd conditioned into her over months of manipulation.

So why fight it?

Her phone buzzed with his text: I'm getting impatient.

Ashley stared at the message, jaw clenched. He was so certain of his power over her, so smug in his assumption that she'd come crawling back. Well, let him think that. Let him believe his own mythology while she got what she actually needed.

The truth was uglier than she wanted to admit: this could work for both of them. He'd get his ego... and other things, stroked. She'd get the evidence that could save Chris from federal prison. A transaction, nothing more.

Her skin still burned from where he touched it just minutes earlier, an anticipation building that made her curse under her breath. Why couldn't she just feel nothing? Why did her traitorous body have to complicate everything?

She blamed herself. She had gotten too close, too comfortable with him. But she blamed Chris too. He was the one that kept pushing, kept telling her to let herself go and stop overthinking things. She could still feel the weight of that moment before it all changed. She was wrapped in nothing but her coat, giving Chris one final chance to stop everything. "Or we can call the whole thing off and you can untie my coat right now." Instead of reaching for those ties, instead of choosing her over his fantasy and saving them both, he'd looked her in the eyes and sent her out the door to another man.

Once she did, it was only a matter of time before her body became addicted. Not to the physical, although there was certainly something there worthy of addiction, but to the feeling. To the simplicity of not worrying about anything other than great sex. To allowing herself to be debased in ways that would destroy a marriage if spoken between spouses. The words Clayton could growl in her ear would poison their marriage coming from Chris's lips, no matter how much they both might crave hearing them. A loving husband couldn't call his wife those things without losing pieces of her respect, without chipping away at the foundation they'd built together. But with Clayton, those same words became everything. Slut... Whore... Mine. Her body responded to each one with a hunger she didn't know existed. The rough treatment, the verbal degradation, the complete surrender carried none of the weight of forever. She was like one of Pavlov's dogs, salivating at the sound of the bell.

But dogs could still bite.

Clayton thought he'd broken her down, molded her into his perfect plaything. He had no idea she was about to turn his own methods against him. Let him think she was weak, desperate for something only he had.

Meanwhile, she'd take what she really came for. She could do this. She could give him what he expected while taking what she needed.

Even if part of her hated how much she was going to enjoy it.

***

Ashley sat in her car outside Clayton's house, engine ticking as it cooled in the evening air. One hand gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension as she stared at the familiar front door. The other hand held the flash drive. The logger that would hopefully get them out of this mess, and the rationalization she used to convince herself it was okay to be back here.

This will work, she told herself, the same mantra she'd been repeating since the parking garage. This has to work.

But even as the rational thoughts cycled through her mind, she couldn't ignore the way her pulse had quickened the moment she'd pulled into the driveway. The way her body hummed with anticipation that had nothing to do with espionage and everything to do with what had almost happened at the airport.

Ashley grabbed her purse, tucking the drive into then then stepped out of the BMW, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. The only question that remained was if her marriage could survive it.

The front door opened before she could knock.

"I thought maybe you got lost," Clayton said, leaning against the doorframe with the smugness of a king. Ashley ignored the way her body responded to his demeanor.

"Nope, just making sure I thought you still deserved a visit," she said walking past him hoping he didn't see the way her body shook.

"Don't act like you can stay away," Clayton said, grabbing her as she walked by and pulled her perfect ass against his hips. "I bet you're already fucking soaked." His hand snaked around her waist, popping the button of her jeans.

A gasp left Ashley's throat, an unwanted shiver running down her spine.

"How about you offer a lady a drink first." She pried herself away from him determined to stay the course for as long as possible. She was glad she'd opted to go to the airport in flats today, having to balance her escape while wearing heels would have been too much. She could feel Clayton's eyes on her as she quickly made her way to the kitchen, wanting to keep as much distance between them as possible.

Ashley stayed on the far side of the island as Clayton grabbed two wine glasses, pouring what looked like the most expensive bottle of wine she'd ever seen. When he handed it to her, their fingers brushed, and Ashley hated how that simple contact sent electricity shooting up her arm.

"To memorable home comings," Clayton said, raising his glass.

"Is that what you think this is?" She asked, coldly.

She hated the way he smirked, the way she noticed how his body shifted giving her the perfect angle at his growing arousal.

"I think," he started. "That you're not actually mad. I think you're maybe a little embarrassed, and unsure how to act."

She took a sip of the wine. It was good, delicious really. But, she couldn't focus on that right now. Clayton was closing the distance between them and she knew what he expected. What her body expected.

"I'd say more than a little. Do you have any idea the type of shit I had to deal with?"

He studied her, sipping her drink slowly. "You're not the type of person who cares about appearances."

"That isn't the point."

He set his glass down on the island, moving slowly across the tile floor to where Ashley was standing. "Do you remember what happened the last time you were here? How... liberated you felt?"

She bit her lip, how could she forget. It was the night that she'd completely submitted. Broke every rule her and Chris ever made. She could feel the heat building between her legs, trying desperately to think of anything other than the rough, primal way Clayton took her.

"I..." He was close enough now she could smell him. His stupid cologne only heightening her arousal and making it harder to think straight.

"It was the first time you admitted to yourself what you were." His hands found her arms, his touch suddenly tender in a way she didn't expect.

Goosebumps exploded across her skin, more memories of that night flooding her mind. The line between what was real and what was fantasy was too blurry for her to grasp. The tenderness in his touch was almost worse that his normal aggression. It was like he knew her better than she knew herself.

"Are you implying I'm not that girl anymore?" She did her best to make it sound like a playful challenge, but inside her mind was spinning out of control. The office. She needed to get him into the office.

He grabbed her chin between his thumb and pointer, making her look into his dark, beautiful, eyes. "I'm not implying anything. I think you just needed to be reminded."

Suddenly his lips were on hers, or maybe her lips found his? It happened so fast she couldn't be sure. But one thing was certain, it was her strangled moan filling the air as her tongue danced against his. Her free hand fisted in the fabric of his shirt as days of suppressed desire crashed over her like a wave.

She broke the kiss, before she lost herself in it completely, a strand of spit still connecting them. "That night..." she began, letting her voice trail off as if lost in the memory. "In your office. When Tom was watching." She looked up at him through her lashes, affecting the same vulnerability she'd felt then. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Clayton's grip on her arms tightened, his pupils dilating. "I knew you liked an audience."

"I liked..." Ashley paused, genuine confusion coloring her voice because it wasn't entirely an act. She had liked it, in ways that still confused and frightened her. "I liked feeling like I had that kind of power. Having two men look at me like that. Lose themselves over me it was..."

"That was only the beginning," He kissed along her jawline, each one hungrier than the last. "You just need to learn to embrace it."

Ashley let herself lean into his kisses slightly, his words breaking down her resistance. "Could we... could we do it again?" She felt his fingertips pressing into the small of her back. "I can't stop thinking about that night. How it felt with you... with Tom watching."

Clayton stepped back, examining Ashley. He didn't want to get Tom involved, he didn't deserve to be treated to another show, not after the disrespect he'd shown. But, maybe a repeat performance would prove to him once and for all Clayton had things well in hand.

"My office it is," he murmured, his hand sliding higher onto her back. "Let's... make up properly."

As he guided her toward the hallway, Ashley's fingers found the flash drive in her purse, and she clutched it like it was a lifeline. This day hadn't gone the way she'd planned at all, but maybe, just maybe, if she could hold on to enough of herself to do what she set out for, then the line she was about to cross could be forgiven.

***

The second Ashley stepped into Clayton's home office, she knew she was in the right place. A wave of familiarity crashed over her as she saw the monitors on the wall, the same monitors where she watched Tom stroke himself to her. Her eyes darted around the room trying to take in every inch of it, to determine exactly where she needed to position herself. She spotted Clayton's desk in the far corner. Her body warming up as she replayed herself being bent over that desk, sucking Clayton's fingers as he took her from behind.

Focus, she commanded herself, as she moved slowly in the direction of the desk. The bag on her shoulder felt like it was weighed down with bricks. She hoped Chris would understand. This was their best chance of getting out of the mess they were in.

"You look lost in thought," Clayton said, his voice closer than she'd expected. "Remembering all the fun we had in here last time?" His chest pressed against her back before she could turn around. His lips found her collarbone immediately, and before she realized it, Ashley was leaning into it as his hands slid around her waist.

"Clayton, wait—" Her protest died as his fingers slipped beneath her shirt, burning her flesh as they slipped over her ribs. She could feel the heat pooling in her panties, her body overly eager to get started.

"Wait for what?" His breath was hot against her ear as his hand traveled higher, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through her bra. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it? To be back here. For me to fuck you in front of Tom."

"Ahhh," Ashley's knees buckled, her bag nearly falling from her arm and blowing everything. "I... I just... Your desk. that's where we were last time." It was a last ditch effort, but she wasn't sure what else to do. She didn't see a computer anywhere. It had to be there. She had to be right about this.

"You really did get off on that, didn't you?" His other hand was already inside her jeans, her heat radiating. "Who knew you were such the exhibitionist?"

Ashley's cheeks burned because he wasn't wrong. Her body was already on fire, her nipples hardening as his fingers teased along the lace edge of her bra.

"Maybe it's not just the being watched," she whispered, her voice laced with desire as she inched toward the desk. "Maybe it's about who I'm with when I'm being watched."

Clayton's laugh was dark, possessive. "Finally admitting Chris can't give you what I can? I want you exactly like you were last time."

Before she could defend her husband, he was bending her forward over the smooth surface, her palms pressed flat against the cool wood. The position sent memories flooding back, the humiliation, the pleasure, the way Tom's eyes had consumed her through the screen. The way she loved every second of it

"You were exactly like this," Clayton murmured, his hand sliding up her spine and unhooking her bra as he reached for his phone with the other. "I'm sure Tom will appreciate that."

Panic flared in Ashley's chest. Too fast. This was happening too fast, and she hadn't even located the computer yet. She spun in his arms before he could make the call, pressing her palms against his chest.

"Wait," she said breathlessly. "Maybe we don't need to immediately involve Tom." She lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. "If I remember correctly, we were in the middle of something before he called last time." She gave him a seductive look, and caught the way his breathing picked up, the way his tongue dampened his lips as she slid her bra off her shoulders and let it fall. "Besides, I haven't shown you how much I've missed you."

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, his cockiness written all over he face, as he sat his phone onto the desk.

"You set up the call," she continued, sinking gracefully to her knees between his legs and the desk. "I'll just..." She let her voice trail off suggestively as her fingers found his belt, while her other hand discreetly reached into her purse.

Relief flooded her system as she felt the heat of the computer tucked into the back corner under the desk. From this angle, kneeling between Clayton's legs, she had an awkward view of the tower's back panel. Her purse hit the ground as she fished out the thumb drive, the small device burning against her palm.

Ashley's fingers worked slowly at Clayton's belt, deliberately fumbling with the leather while her free hand reached behind the computer tower. She could barely make out two USB ports in the shadows. Reaching them would require stretching further back without Clayton noticing. She needed him completely distracted.

"You're taking forever," Clayton growled, his hand tangling in her hair with increasing impatience. "Did you forget what to do?"

"Maybe I felt like making you beg for once," she murmured with a teasing smile, finally freeing his belt and moving to the button of his pants. She inched her body further away, her hand sweating from gripping the drive so tight. "Building anticipation."

"We both know you're the only one who begs." He was right, and soon she planned to do plenty of begging.

Ashley freed him from his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his length. "Mmm is this what you wanted, big boy?". She unconsciously licked her lips, her fingers unable to completely close around the monster in front of her. He was harder than she remembered, she could feel the blood pulsing to it, the hunger it carried. For a second she almost forgot all about he computer, and got lost in the sensation of the huge piece of meat in her hand.

"Actually, I had something else in mind." He reached down, both hands suddenly fisting in her hair with bruising force. He pulled her forward, forcing her mouth around his shaft.

Ashley gasped, choking as he filled her throat without warning. Her eyes watered, tears spilling down her cheeks as she struggled for air around his thickness. Her free hand pressed against his thigh, seeking leverage, while her body trembled from the sudden shift from playful to brutal. Heat pooled between her legs despite the harshness, or perhaps because of it.

The drive, she reminded herself desperately, her left hand stretching behind her as Clayton held her in place. Her fingertips brushed the edge of the tower, the USB port just out of reach.

"That's better," he panted, loosening his grip slightly to let her breathe. "Now stop teasing and show me what you really came here for."

"Mmm yes, sir," she purred, using the moment of reprieve to shift her position while stroking him. Her hand twisted and pulled at his shaft, her nailed tickling his sac. "God, I can't get over how fucking big you are."

She heard him sigh, his hands gripping the edge of the desk while her tongue circled his head. "I think I know exactly how to make you happy." She leaned back, the thumb drive pressing into her skin she gripped it so tight.

"What's that?"

She tightened her hand on his shaft, causing him to gasp. Then, stretching herself just a little further she was able to reach the port and...

Fuck, it was upside down.

"Well?" Clayton asked, impatiently, as her hand shook at the drive fell to the floor.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Panicked, Ashley raced through her options. Trying to retrieve it would take too much time, she needed to distract him. Perhaps too quickly, she leaned forward, wrapping the soft flesh of her chest around his cock.

"This always seemed to make you happy," she whispered, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest.

She heard him moan, a sense of pride coursing through her, as she felt herself relax. She pressed her chest tighter around him, allowing spit and precum to coat her chest, once again taking him into her mouth.

"Jesus," Clayton groaned, his grip tightening on the desk edge. "You're good at that."

Ashley released his cock from her lips with a 'pop', her voice teasing as her hand released her chest, reaching behind her on the floor once more. "What can I say. I've had a great teacher." Her right hand stroked him, faster this time as he pumped his hips into her fist. With him mostly distracted she leaned further back, grabbing the fallen drive and flipping it in her hand. Holding her breath, she slipped it into the port, relief flooding her system.

"Now, isn't it time you fucked me?" Her voice was dripping with seduction as she crawled out from under the table, her words just loud enough to distract from the chime of the computer alerting them that a new device had been discovered.

"Now you're asking the right questions," Clayton sneered, pulling Ashley into a passionate kiss as she climbed up. "But first, a quick phone call." He spun her around, her gaze trained to the monitor in front of her as Clayton dialed Tom's number.

"What now?" Tom's angry voice filled the air, before his picture appeared. Clayton considered hanging up on him, that prick didn't deserve to get to see Ashley like this. But, his pride won out. He wanted to prove to Tom, to his father, that he had things completely under control.

"I thought you might be interested in who came to visit today," Clayton said, tapping a few buttons on his phone before Tom's face appeared on the screen.

"Well well, I see you couldn't stay away." Ashley watched Tom as a smile grew on his face. His look was different than Clayton's. It had the same hunger, but there was something cold about it. She felt Clayton press into her from behind, pulling on her jeans as he kissed her back.

"She couldn't resist," he said admiring the way her hips shimmed as he lowered her pants. "Said she's been thinking about that night ever since."

Her pants fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. She was completely naked now, except for the tiny pair of light pink panties she wore. Had she realized this was going to be where she ended up, she would have picked something sexier.

"Is that true?" Tom asked, as he walked into what Ashley assumed was a bedroom. She heard the soft creak of a door, followed by the jarring movement of the phone. "And what exactly have you been thinking about?"

Clayton took a step backward, giving Ashley the sense that she was alone in this. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves, praying that the logger was doing whatever it was supposed to do.

"I..." She looked down, blushing. "I want both of you again."

"Look at me when you speak to me," Tom demanded, causing Ashley's head to snap forward. At the same time Clayton's fingers circled her clit making it impossible for her to focus.

“I want you both,” she gasped, her words tumbling out of her. “I want you to watch... to play with yourself while Clayton—”

His fingers slipped from her clit and plunged inside her, making her cry out. It was happening too fast. Too intense. She’d meant to sound seductive, to play the part Tom wanted. Feed him the fantasy. But the words came out strangled, her body aching with need.

Maybe it wasn’t Tom she was lying to.

She swallowed hard, her nipples aching, drawn so tight they throbbed. Her head telling her not to deliver the next line even as she opened her mouth.

“—while Clayton fucks me,” she whispered, and her body pulsed with excitement.

Tom's smile grew, but his eyes stayed dark, calculated. "I don't play with anything." He moved the camera away from his face. His cock coming into the picture. The slight curve to it once again making butterflies flutter in her stomach. "I think what you meant to say is you want to watch me stroke my dick, while Clayton fucks you. Isn't that right?"

Ashley bit her lip, it almost felt like she was drooling. "Yes."

"Yes what?" Tom demanded, his large hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. There must have been at least another 4 inches sticking out past his hand. "Yes, sir. I... I want to watch you stroke your dick while Clayton fucks me."

"Good girl," Tom said, almost sweetly. "I think that's a reasonable request. Don't you Clayton?"

"I do," he whispered. He was suddenly right behind her again, his hand on her throat as he pulled her to his frame. "But before I start, let's make sure Tom gets a proper look at you. After all, you love to show off, don't you?"

Ashley felt herself being dragged backward, the pressure on her neck not enough to choke her but just enough to make her want to follow his lead. Her pulse raced, as she was put on display for Tom.

"Are those tits as great as they look?" Tom had repositioned himself on the monitor, his hand wrapping around his girth and stroking himself slowly.

"Even better," Clayton answered, bringing his hand up Ashley's body and pulling on her nipple.

"Ooohhh," Ashley cried out, her knees nearly gave out at Tom’s groan of approval. The way his cock throbbed at Clayton’s words only made her hotter, more desperate.

"You weren’t kidding about her being eager," Tom laughed. "Her panties look like she just hiked through a damn rainforest."

Heat flared in Ashley’s cheeks as she looked down. Her underwear was nearly see-through now, the soaked fabric clinging to her waist like a second skin. Every inch of her sex was exposed, parted, aching.

Clayton slid his hand down her stomach, fingers dragging slowly over the soaked fabric. “She gets like this when she knows someone’s watching,” he said, his voice low, teasing. "She loves an audience"

"Is that so?" Tom's hand stopped on screen, and Ashley had to stop herself from asking why, from begging him to keep going.

"Does that mean she's ready to meet some of our... friends?"

"Wha... what do you mean?" Ashley's body tensed, as she tried to piece together what Tom had said. She tried to think of Chris, of how he would react. But that wasn't a scenario where she could picture him being okay with that. He wasn't even going to be okay with this, but she at least thought she could get him to understand.

"In time," Clayton said, feeling the way her body stiffened. He shot Tom a stern look, he was ruining this, like he always did. "Right now, just focus on this." His fingers pressed hard against the soaked outline of her folds. Tom's eyes went wide as he watched the fabric push past her walls making Ashley bite her lip.

On screen, the stroking resumed. “Goddamn,” he muttered. “She’s fucking dripping. Pull those panties aside. Let me see what kind of mess she’s making.”

The words sent another jolt of forbidden heat to her core. Ashley could feel her wetness sliding down her leg. Could they see it too? Could they see exactly how big of a slut she was? She didn’t deserve to pretend anymore. Clayton had been right all along. She was his slut. She could have left the second the drive was installed. Said she wasn’t feeling well. Blamed work. But she didn’t. She stayed. And worse... she wanted this. She wanted more.

Clayton's fingers found the edge of her panties, and she didn't stop him. Didn't even give it any real consideration. Her hips shifted, granting him better access.

Clayton hated taking orders, especially from Tom. But he didn't mind humoring the man when their interests aligned, and right now they certainly did. He curled two fingers into Ashley's waistband and dragging the soaked fabric down her leg. Ashley gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the cool air hit her exposed sex. It was even worse than she thought. Her arousal stretched in glistening strands between her thighs, glossy and obscene. She was raw. Needy. Fully on display.

Tom groaned again, louder this time, and Ashley’s stomach flipped. Shame washed over her in a wave. She knew exactly what he was seeing. Her bare slit, glistening and twitching. The way she squirmed, the flush across her chest. But even as she burned with embarrassment, her hips rocked backward on instinct in search of Clayton's touch.

Clayton ran two fingers between her folds, slow and deliberate, letting Tom see everything. Ashley whimpered, her knees buckling again as her slickness coated his hand. “Let's show Tom exactly how excited you are.”

Ashley let out a strangled gasp as Clayton spread her lips, letting Tom see not only how wet she was, but how her clit pulsed with excitement. Her face grew a deeper shade of red, equal parts embarrassment and arousal. Why did this turn her on so much? Why didn't she stop him? Why couldn't she think of anything except how badly she wanted Clayton to fill her right now.

Tom leaned forward on the monitor, his breathing audible now. “Jesus Christ. Look at that little cunt glisten. It’s like she’s begging to be fucked.” He let out a grunt and started stroking faster. “Bet she’d cream the second a cock touched her clit.”

"Oh fuck," Ashley whispered, the thought sending an eclectic current through her body.

"You want this don't you?" Tom asked, his hand moving faster on the screen. Ashley licked her lips, as a bead of precum slipped out of the tip and Tom circled it around the angry purple head. "You want this in your mouth, in your pussy."

"Yes," Ashley's words were almost silent. Her body rocking back and forth wanting desperately for Clayton to take her. For the shame to wash away completely, replaced by an unbridled lust. She couldn’t look away from the screen. Couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like to be fucked in front of them. To be shared. Used.

"Yes what?" Tom demanded.

"Yes, sir." Her words were automatic. Her pussy quivering as she spoke the words.

Tom laughed, loud and mean. “I knew she'd be perfect, the second I saw the picture on Chris's phone. Even then she looked like a dirty little housewife, dying to be bred like a bitch in heat."

"Ahhh," Ashley fell forward, grabbing the desk for support. She was trying to make sense of what Tom was saying. What picture did Chris show him, and why? But she couldn't think straight. Her body was on fire, the shame like a drug magnifying her arousal ten-fold.

"You keep teasing her like that and she’s gonna soak the fucking floor.” Tom leaned back again, hand pumping with rough strokes now. “You want to be fucked, right? Let's hear you beg for it first."

Ashley tried to speak, but her throat felt too tight. Her lips parted, breath catching as Clayton’s fingers circled her clit again. Tom was right, and she hated herself for it. She was making a mess. She couldn't remember the last time she was so turned on.

Clayton continued his torment, his touch light and maddening. She whimpered, giving into Tom's demands. "Please, baby. Please fuck me. I've missed it so much."

Clayton grinned, one hand gripping her waist as he guided his cock between her slick folds, sliding slowly against her entrance.

"Ooohhh," she gasped, trying to push her hips back and impale herself on his cock, but Clayton held her at bay. The heat of him against her entrance made her buck desperately, her gasps getting louder. Every time his tip grazed her opening, her body tensed, only for him to pull back again.

“Please,” Ashley moaned, reaching back and grabbing his hip, trying to pull him closer. “I need it. I need you inside me.”

Clayton leaned forward, he didn't care about hearing her beg. Right now, he just wanted to be inside her, to feel her body mold to him. He kissed her neck, covering her back with his chest as he slowly pushed forward, filling her with his thickness.

"Ahhhh," she moaned, a blissful smile forming on her lips, her nails dragging lightly across his strong thighs. When she felt him bottom out inside her, she turned her head, her mouth seeking his as he pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss.

"You missed this didn't you? Missed the way I feel inside you?"

"Yesss. Oh, I missed it so much." Their lips hung on one another, their breathing shallow as Clayton stayed buried inside her.

“No one else can make you feel this way,” he said. He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch slide from her body.

Ashley rolled her hips to follow him, unwilling to let go. “No one,” she whispered. “That feels so good, baby.”

Tom cleared his throat, breaking the moment between Clayton and Ashley. Her eyes fluttered open, remembering Tom on screen. "Don't forget about me, sweetheart."

Ashley's mouth fell open, her gaze on the angry cock on screen. "Fuuuck."

Clayton grabbed her chin, turning her face back to him before crushing his mouth to hers. He drove into her again, his rhythm faster now, short, hungry thrusts shaking the desk beneath them.

“Ohhh fuck,” she moaned. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Tom’s hand paused mid-stroke, frustration creeping into his voice. “Maybe you need a bigger audience. Would that get you off even more?”

Clayton’s jaw tightened. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Ashley’s back, but he didn’t stop. “Don’t listen to him,” he growled. “I can feel how much you missed this. How much your body missed me.”

Ashley nodded helplessly, fingers curling into fists. “Ahhh… don’t stop. I’m so close.”

He had no plan to stop. His pounding came harder, deeper. Each tilt of his hips to remind her who she belonged to. Molten pressure began to build inside her and her world seemed to narrow to the perfect motion of his hips.

"I missed this pussy," he grunted, feeling it coil tighter around him. "It was made for me."

Ashley could only gasp and nod, arching her body back into him. "God, Clayton. I'm gonna cum."

"Do it. Cum for me. Let me feel how much you missed me." Clayton gritted his teeth, loving every minute of Ashley's pussy tightening around his cock. He pushed himself hard into her, trying to stroke her orgasm and keep it going. He felt her entire body begin to quake and held himself inside her, pushing forward with all his weight. He felt the blood gather in his cock and flexed it, enjoying the power of his own cock.

"Fuck, you really are something when you cum." Tom's voice cut through the intimate moment, drawing Ashley's eyes open.

For a second she had forgotten Tom was even there. Her head was still spinning, her skin damp with sweat, her body still hyper aware of the way Clayton was stretching her.

“God, you feel so good,” she murmured, not even sure if she was speaking aloud. “So fucking good…”

Tom leaned closer, trying to catch her attention through the screen. “He’s not the only one watching, you know. You like that, don’t you?”

"Relax Tom, we hear you," Clayton said, annoyed. "Just enjoy the show."

"Oh I don't think I'm the only one who should be enjoying such a great performance."

"Ffffuck," Ashley whined, as Clayton pushed back into her after her orgasm subsided.

"In fact while the two of you were so lost in each other I took the liberty to make another quick call."

"Who owns this pussy, baby?" Clayton asked, swatting her ass and making her yelp. He'd decided the best course of action was just to ignore Tom.

"Ohhhh shit. Oh baby, you..."

"Yeah, tell Chris who owns that pussy," Tom chuckled, holding his phone up to the screen to reveal that he had called Chris at some point.

"Oh, God," Ashley screamed, not in pleasure, but panic, as she saw Chris's number appear on screen. She reached back putting a hand on Clayton's chest to stop him.

Clayton didn’t move. He stared at the screen, his jaw twitching. He would have killed Tom if they were in the same room together. The man had no tact, he didn't understand limits at all. He had to think fast, he felt Ashley squirm, trying to free herself from his grasp. "Relax," he whispered leaning down and kissing her ear. "Let him hear how good this feels."

He reached between her legs, finding her clit. "Let him hear what his wife sounds like when she's being properly fucked."

"Ahhh," Something loud clattered to the floor, but she was too lost to look. “Clayton—”

She knew this was different than the car, but she allowed her body to relax as Clayton continued to fuck her. She didn't want this feeling to end. His thrusts were getting more erratic as he pummeled into her. His cock rubbed against her G-spot and was stimulating other nerves that she'd never felt. She knew her next orgasm would be even bigger than the last.

He caught her wrist and pinned it to the desk. “You think he’ll be mad? I think he’ll fucking love it. You think this is the first time he’s listened to you moan for me?” His hips flexed, driving back inside her inch by inch. “I bet he’ll instantly be hard.”

“But...” Ashley whimpered, shaking her head, but she didn't want to to stop him. Her walls clamped down around him, greedy despite her shame.

"Let him hear you. Let him hear how much you love my cock." Clayton's pace was brutal. Each thrust shook the desk threatening to bring the entire thing crashing down.

"Mhmmmm. Fuck. Right there. Fuck Clayton, please. Please, don't stop. Fuck me. UUUGNNH FUCK," Her ass slammed back meeting his thrusts. She was being too loud. Way too loud. Way too enthusiastic. Chris would be hurt. He wouldn't understand. She needed to stay quiet, but she could feel another orgasm set beneath the surface, ready to breach and set her body on fire.

Tom’s laughter crackled through the speakers. “That’s right, sweetheart. Let me see what a slut you are. Tell him how much you love watching my cock. Tell him how wet it makes you.”

"Ahhh," She took her lip between her teeth but it did nothing to calm her body. "I'm sorry, baby. I... His cock..."

"Fucking tell him!" Tom demanded, his grip cock twitching in front of the camera.

Clayton’s teeth clenched. “Shut the fuck up, Tom.” But he didn’t stop. He never stopped. He drove harder now, pounding her against the desk like he wanted to fuck the voice out of her throat.

He growled into her ear, loud enough for Tom and Chris to hear. “I’m close. You want it, don’t you? You want me to cum deep inside you while your husband listens.”

"Yesss. Ohhh fuck. I want it."

Tom grunted, still not satisfied with the amount of attention he was getting. "Go ahead and tell your husband what you told me." His voice was labored, the precum coating his hand and shaft making lewd slurping noises as he pumped his cock. "Tell him how you said you want my dick inside you."

Ashley’s nails scraped across the wood. Her thighs trembled violently as Clayton pulled almost all the way out, teasing her with the empty ache, then slid forward again, just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes fluttered shut, her cheek falling back onto the cool wood of the desk.

“Tell him,” Tom panted. “Tell your husband you want my cock too.”

Ashley shook her head slowly, lips parted. “I... I oohh fuck…”

But Clayton didn’t let up. His rhythm was relentless now, his own orgasm fast approaching. “You can’t help it, can you?” he whispered, tongue flicking along the curve of her ear. “You want us both watching you. Filling you.”

Ashley choked on a sob, her voice breaking into something guttural and primal. “Nnnnnghh, yes, fuck, yes!” she cried, her voice shivering on the edge of delirium. Her body moved on instinct, grinding back against him like she needed to fuse them together.

Sex had never been this way with Chris. So primal. Uncaring. Even with Dave last night… there’d been some level of holding back. Clayton wasn’t going soft on her. He was owning her. And… Ashley couldn’t deny it. She was loving it.

Clayton felt it rising like fire in his core, his cock pulsing with every thrust, growing impossibly harder as her walls gripped him tighter, like her body didn’t want to let him go. He swelled inside her, the base of his shaft dragging against her soaked folds as he drove deep, desperate now. His jaw clenched, he was going to explode. Any second now.

He gripped her hair, yanking her head up so she couldn’t hide, so everyone could hear what was said next.

“Whose pussy is this?” he snarled, panting into her ear. “Tell them! Who fucking owns this pussy?”

Ashley’s hands fisted the desk. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan. She tried to hold back. Everything inside her didn’t want to say it. It was wrong in so many ways. But the pressure was too intense. Every nerve ending buzzing, before the dam finally burst, spilling everything she was trying to hold back.

“C-Clayton—”

“Say it. Tell him!”

His thrusts were frantic and deep and so hard. So. Fucking. Hard.

She shattered.

“AHHH—FUCK! OHHH—OHHHH GOD!” The words ripped from her throat as her orgasm slammed into her, violent and unstoppable. Her back arched. Her thighs shook. Her body went rigid, then spasmed wildly beneath him, every muscle betraying her need.

“It’s yours!” she sobbed. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, as if it were crying along with her. “It’s yours, Clayton! This pussy is yours!”

That was all it took. Clayton let go, roaring against her skin as he drove in one last time, buried deep, and erupted. Heat flooded her, endless and thick, like he was emptying every ounce of himself into her trembling body. "OHHH FUCK," Clayton roared, slapping her ass. "Tell him what I'm doing."

"He's... Ohhh. Ohhh fuck. He's cumming inside me, Chris. Oh God, there's so much cum."

Everything went white next. Her entire being now just one big nerve ending. She couldn’t think, couldn't breath. Her walls clamped down hard, milking him, keeping him locked inside as wave after wave pulsed through her. Her cries dissolved into raw, broken sounds she couldn’t even recognize. Her nails scraped the wood. Her mind blanked. Her body hummed, like she'd touched the edge of nirvana.

They both stilled, breath heaving. Ashley closed her eyes, pushing her body back into Clayton, still feeling the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of her life. She smiled as he nuzzled into her neck kissing her with a satisfied tenderness. Then, Tom's smug voice shattered the moment.

“Fuck, that was hot. I can't wait until I get to experience it firsthand." On screen, his flaccid cock slapped wetly against his thigh as he grinned. "I’ll be in town next week, by the way. We can pick up where we left off... in person.”

Ashley’s eyes snapped open.

“No,” she whispered, reality returning like a bucket of cold water. “Oh God. I—”

Clayton didn’t wait. He reached forward and ended the call with the push of a button, silencing Tom for good.

“Fucking asshole,” he muttered, pulling out of her and stepping back.

Ashley lay on the desk, the cool wood soothing her burning skin, thankful she didn't need to listen to Tom's taunts anymore. She knew she’d end up fucking Clayton when she came. She even expected Tom to be in on it. Afterall, that’s how she’d gained access to the office. But the phone call to Chris was unexpected. Of course she was going to tell him that she went to see Clayton, but it would have at least been on her terms.

Clayton scooped her into his arms, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. For a fleeting moment, it felt like being carried across a threshold, like a husband lifting his bride. The thought made her core twitch, still sore and wet from his cum. Or maybe it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe it was more like a fireman rescuing a body from the flames. But Ashley wasn’t being saved. She’d already been consumed. Every bridge burned. Every boundary reduced to ash.

As he carried her from the room, she cast one final glance at the computer hidden beneath the desk, praying her efforts hadn’t been in vain.