Mark and I plan a meeting outside of the city, not wanting to run into anyone that we might know from work. Of course, I can’t rule out that Julie knows everything – but for now, I want to play the deviant, the cheat, and so does her husband, I’d bet. I’m going to fulfil that role in any way that I can.

I take my time getting ready, brushing out my hair and curling it so it falls in perfect waves over my shoulders, and dressing in a skintight black dress that clings to every inch of me. I slick on a dark lipstick in the mirror and pout, feeling every inch the seductive vamp that I know I need to be in order to seduce this man.

“You have a good time, alright?” Sean tells me, dropping a kiss on the top of my head before I make my way to the door. Even though his kisses have become repugnant to me, I don’t dodge away. It’s part of our silent agreement, since the fight: to be polite to each other, if not overly affectionate. We haven’t made love since before Paulo, but at least he has a date tonight, too. So he’ll be getting some, and will leave me alone. “Don’t get yourself fired,” he adds.

“I won’t,” I promise him, but he doesn’t look convinced as he waves goodbye.

I take a cab to the fancy hotel Mark has booked for us; given how much money Julie makes, I’m not surprised he’s able to afford somewhere so nice. I hope that he’s taking a big chunk of her paycheck to pay for this. I’m going to order everything I can, the most expensive drinks possible. Really show her.

I sweep through the door to the bar, my heels tapping on the floor below me, and I flick my eyes back and forth until I see him – Mark. He’s wearing an immaculate suit, and he rises to his feet as soon as he sees me.

“You look gorgeous,” he greets me, a far cry from the “you’re late” I get from his bitch of a wife on our video calls. He plants a kiss on my cheek, his hand grazing mine, and I shiver, inhaling the scent of the deep, woody aftershave he’s wearing.

He guides me to a booth at the back of the bar, somewhere discreet where we can get to know each other properly. I can’t believe this is happening – can’t believe I am actually in the process of getting away with this. My heart is thrumming in my chest like crazy, but I try to ignore it. I am going to see this through. I am going to seduce my boss’s husband, and I am going to make sure that she knows – whether or not I choose to tell her – that I’m the one in charge here.

He orders drinks for us. He somehow knows just what I like, which is a good sign for what’s to come. He’s charming, easy to talk to, and the conversation flows over light topics like travel, movies, books.

“Can I ask you something?” I murmur, once I’m a drink or two in and feel some of the nerves start to fall away.

He nods. “Of course you can.”

“Why did you do this?” I ask, gesturing between the two of us. “I mean…you must have known that it’s dangerous, right? If your wife finds out it’s me, and everything…?”

“I do,” he agrees. “I suppose that’s some of the thrill of it, really. Taking someone out she would never in a million years want me anywhere near…”

The smile stretches over his face, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. Of all the deviants that I have played with since I started in this game, he might be the one who’s playing the dirtiest game. And it’s turning me on beyond anything I’ve felt before.

That’s when I know that I’m in trouble. That I can’t back out now.

“Is she really that bad?” I ask him playfully, and he laughs and shakes his head.

“Not at all,” he replies. “I know you see her at work, and I hear how she is, but she’s nothing like that when she’s with me.”

“What, don’t tell me she’s actually nice?”

“Yeah, she actually is.”

I snort and shake my head. “I don’t buy it.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s the face she shows any of you,” he admits. “But I wouldn’t be married to her if that’s how she treated me.”

“So why would you do this, then?” I ask, curious, tipping my head to the side. He shrugs.

“Because, even when you love your wife, there are still things that are too fun to resist.”

He slips his hand onto my thigh under the table, and desire floods me. In my tipsiness, I reach out to brush my fingers over his cheek.

“You have a room here, right?” I ask, and he nods, a smile spreading over his face.

“You want to take advantage of it?”

I bite my lip playfully. “You read my mind.”

I rise to my feet, and he puts a hand on my waist to steer me out to the lobby. My body feels hot, and I don’t know how much longer I am going to be able to take this before I have to strip him down and take him all for myself.

“Jazz?”

My heart stops as I hear a voice that I recognise.

I turn to see Andy, one of the guys from work, standing next to the desk, his brow slightly furrowed as he looks at the two of us together.

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Oh, my God. My heart plummets to the floor, and my brain goes completely blank. How the hell am I going to explain this to him? I am dressed up like someone looking to get fucked, Mark’s hand is on my waist, and there is no good reason for us to be in a hotel together like this, outside of the city, with Julie nowhere in sight.

“Oh, Andy, hi,” I reply, playing for as much time as I can. I don’t know what I am going to do to put him off the scent.

“What are you – oh. Oh!” He exclaims, as he figures out who I am with. My stomach drops. No, no, no, this can’t be happening! I could lose my job over this. I have no idea what I am supposed to do, no idea how to control the thrumming panic in my chest right now.

“Lovely to see you, Andy,” Mark replies smoothly. “Have you seen Julie around? We were just looking for her.”

“Uh, no, I haven’t,” he replies.

“I’m sure she’ll be with your husband,” he remarks to me, raising his eyebrows. “Right?”

“Yes, of course,” I blurt out. “We – we – ”

“We’re spending a weekend together to deal with some of the… working issues that Jazz and Julie have been dealing with lately,” he explains calmly. I have no idea how he is acting like he has any clue what is going on, but I figure he likely came up with a cover story for himself before we got anywhere close to here.

“Oh, I get it,” Andy replies, with a nod, and he cocks an eyebrow at me. “Can’t say I’m too jealous, honestly. No offence, Mark.”

“None taken,” he replies. “Come on, Jazz, shall we see if we can find them?”

“Yes, of course,” I agree at once, and I smile at Andy – and wonder if he really bought that. I hope so. If not…

I push that thought to the back of my head. I have to be confident, don’t I? Have to make sure I don’t let my nerves get the better of me. Mark guides me to the elevator, and a moment later, the doors slide shut – and I can’t resist any longer.

I kiss him. Hard. The kind of kiss that is meant to tell him I am the one in control; I am the one calling the shots here. I tuck my hand behind his head and pull him down to me, pushing my tongue into his mouth before I can think better of any of this. I kiss him like my life depends on it, only coming up for air when the doors slide open and I am worried we might be spotted again.

“Damn,” he mutters, sliding a hand down my waist. “I didn’t know you were so…”

“Shh,” I tell him, pressing a finger to his lips. “Show me where the room is. Now.”

He does as he’s told, and I am tickled to know that I command such complete control over someone who is so closely connected to the woman who’s in charge of me. She has no idea that I have her husband essentially bending to my will right now, and the thought of taking it a step further thrills me.

We make it into the room, tumbling over the threshold together, and I kiss him again – he tries to slow it down, turn it into something more tender and sensual, but I put a stop to that. I don’t want to make love tonight; I want to fuck.

I drop to my knees in front of him and rub his cock through his trousers – he’s big, I can tell that already – and then I unzip him and reach forward to guide him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, and he grasps the back of my head to pull me closer. He fits perfectly in my mouth, not too wide. I feel a thrill between my thighs, knowing that I am doing something so filthy – knowing that I am in the process of sucking Julie’s husband’s cock. And probably doing it better than she ever has, too.

I bob my head back and forth on his cock, getting it good and coated in my saliva. Then I wrap my fingers around his base and begin to work him up and down, admiring the way his thick shaft slides between my lips like it’s the only place it has ever belonged.

I shoot a look up at him and find him admiring me appreciatively from where he’s standing. I wonder how this feels for him, knowing that he’s fucking someone whom him wife hates.

I pull his cock from his mouth after a few moments and catch my breath.

“Get on the bed,” I order him, and he lays back for me. Reaching underneath me, I pull off my underwear, tossing it aside – I know that I want to be on top. Just like Julie said I would never manage to be. She might not know exactly what I am doing to her husband right now, but I know that when I’m next in a meeting with her, I will be able to show her without any doubt just how sure I am of myself.

I climb onto the bed and rip his shirt open, running my hands over his deliciously bare chest, feeling the pounding of his hard cock beneath my fingertips. I love the way he responds to me, especially as my hands traverse further south and I can feel the erection straining from where my mouth has just been.

“There are condoms in the nightstand,” he says, and I reach over, pull open the top drawer, and pull one out. Ripping it open with my teeth, I smooth it down over his cock, then straddle him again. Planting my hands on his chest, I use them as leverage to lower myself down on top of him, taking my time as I feel him pushing inside of me for the first time.

“Fuck,” I groan, and I rake my nails down his chest as he brings his hands to my hips. I am tempted to brush them off, but I allow him to pull me down on top of him, thrusting into me as though his life depends on it.

I lift my hips and push them down hard on top of him, swallowing his whole cock into my pussy, loving the way it feels, the pressure of him as he moves inside of me. I fuck him hard, riding him like I have never ridden anyone before, focused on nothing but the selfish claiming of my pleasure over his. He is thrusting up to meet me, driving himself inside of me, but I’m setting the pace. I know that I look good, my little black dress rolled up just far enough that he can see his cock moving inside my pussy, but I don’t care – I just care about getting myself off, using his cock as a toy to make myself finish.

I am not sure how long I am on top of him, but I don’t care. It’s the complete opposite of the way that I felt when I was with Jake. This is all about seizing my power, after relinquishing it.

I move down on him hard, pushing my hand between my legs to play with myself as I ride him, knowing that I am going to finish soon. I need to feel the deep, throbbing release and know that I used my boss’s husband to get me there, as though he was nothing more than a human dildo.

“Oh,” I groan, and I spiral my hips this way and that. I can feel the orgasm building inside of me, and I tip my head back, sink my fingertips into his skin, and finally…

When it hits me, it sends shivers down my spine, and I crumple down on top of him, shaking uncontrollably. He holds me steady, continuing to thrust up inside of me until he finds his own release.

I feel his cock twitch inside of me, and I roll off of him and onto the bed; I can hardly breathe, and my eyes are blurring around the edges as I stare at the ceiling and try to drag myself back down to earth.

I really did it. I really just did it. Flipping over onto my side, I rest my hand on his stomach.

“Fucking hell,” Marks pants, as he watches my fingers caress him again – and I am sure he knows as well as I do that I am far from done with him.

By the time that I stagger out of the hotel the next day, into the car that Sean’s called for me to bring me home, I know that my working life is never going to be the same again. No matter how much she might want to, Julie is never going to get the better of me again. Whenever she starts on her snooty shit, I can just remember this night and know that she will never be able to look down on me again.

Not a chance in hell.