LOGINClaire His cock kept hitting that deep, sensitive spot inside me with every powerful thrust, sending sharp waves of pleasure straight to my core. Without any warning, I came hard, my juices spilling out around him as my body shook uncontrollably. A loud, raw scream tore from my throat, pure ecstasy ringing through the room. But Liam didn’t stop. He kept driving into me relentlessly, like a man on a mission, like this was his only purpose in the world. Low, desperate moans kept falling from his lips, words he would never have said before, things that sounded far too intimate. This wasn’t just sex anymore. I could feel it in every thrust, every touch. Even though he would never admit it, something had changed. The way he moved inside me, the way he held me… it felt deeper. More like a lover than two people simply using each other for pleasure. “Claire… I’m at my limit,” he groaned. We had been going at it for what felt like hours, switching positions, trying things we’d neve
IanShe went quiet for a long moment, like she was choosing her words with care. “I know what I did was wrong, Ian,” she finally said, voice small. “But you don’t understand, I had to do it.”I wasn’t in the mood for excuses. I had bigger problems, real ones and her drama was the last thing I needed. I hissed through my teeth. “I don’t care about that anymore. I don’t care about you. I’m past it. So if you’ve got money problems, I'll suggest that I'm the last person you should call.”I was already pulling the phone away to end the call when her voice rushed out, frantic. “W-wait!”I froze, grip tightening. “Wait for what?” I barked, fury making my hand shake.“I have to tell you something important—really important. Something you need to know.”My pulse kicked up. Don’t tell me she’s pregnant. Or trying to pin some other man’s kid on me. She probably thinks I’m stupid, doesn’t know I already figured out her real job: spreading her legs for rich old men to keep the cash f
ClaireI jolted against the cuffs, heat flooding every inch of me. I didn’t want any more teasing, I needed him inside me right now. I’d been aching for too long. “Please, stop this torment,” I begged, voice cracking.He didn’t answer. Didn’t even pause. He just kept sucking on my breast like he’d been starving for it as long as I had.When he finally released the nipple, he dropped to his knees in front of me. I bent my head to look at him—his eyes locked on mine, dark and focused. Slowly, he gripped my waist, gaze dropping to my slick folds, waiting, glistening, ready for him.“We’re just getting started, Mrs. Claire,” he murmured. “Trust me—I want to fuck you just as badly as you want me to. But first…” He spread me open with his fingers. “…I want to savor you.”I bit down hard on my lip, letting his promise sink in. That’s when I noticed the dildo lying on the floor beside him. He leaned in closer, breath fanning over my sensitive skin first, then his mouth collided with me.
ClaireI swallowed hard. I knew exactly what I’d come here for, but the way he moved told me one thing: he’d been starving to have me, and tonight I was going to pay the price with my body.I reached behind my back, unhooked the bra, and let it slide down my arms to the floor. My breasts spilled free, exposed under his heavy gaze.The last time we’d been together it hadn’t been rough. But now… now I was finally about to meet the real Liam again, the one who takes without mercy.My fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. I slid them down in one quick motion, stepping out of them. His eyes never left me, not once. He just watched, silent, hungry.And there I stood, completely naked, skin prickling under the weight of his stare.When I lifted my gaze to his, his eyes were devouring every inch of me. Our eyes locked, and the air between us thickened with everything he hadn’t said yet.He tilted his head to the side, eyes dropping low. He was staring at… my arms, tracing from one
ClaireI took a deep breath and walked to the door, opening it slowly, careful not to make a sound that might wake anyone.I tiptoed down the hallway toward the stairs, clutching my shoes in one hand like a young girl sneaking out to meet her boyfriend, afraid of getting scolded by her father. Except this time, I was sneaking out so my own kids wouldn’t discover their mother couldn’t control herself, couldn’t stop craving a man’s touch.I finally reached the front door, glanced back one last time, then slipped out and closed it softly behind me. The cool night air brushed my skin, and I drew in a long, steadying breath.I was out.Ahead, parked under the dim streetlight, was a black car. A moment later, the driver’s door opened and someone stepped out.My legs carried me forward almost on their own. Even in the dark, I knew it was him—Liam. His eyes were locked on me as I approached.“You’re not on the runway, Mrs. Claire,” he said. “Walk faster.”I didn’t want to give in to every com
LiamShe froze. Every muscle in her body locked up. She blinked at me like the words hadn’t quite reached her brain yet, while I kept that slow, sheepish smile plastered on my face.“Wait… I don’t understand,” she said, eyes searching mine for any sign I was messing with her.I pushed up from the chair, circled the desk, and walked right up to where she stood, stunned. Hands in my pockets, I looked her dead in the eyes.“The woman I’m seeing,” I said slowly, clearly this time, “the one who makes me come… is none other than Mrs. Claire Anthony. Mr. Ian Anthony’s wife.”She took a small step back, but the disbelief was still all over her face. A short, shaky laugh escaped her.“You’re joking, right?” she said. “I know you, Liam. Older women don’t do it for you.”I nodded once. “You’re absolutely right about that, Pattie. But this older woman? She’s different.” I took a deep breath, casual as hell. “So quit torturing yourself trying to figure out who I’m sleeping with.”Her gaze dropped
ClaireThe frown disappeared as quickly as it had appeared on his face, and for a moment I wondered if I had imagined it.“Enough with all this pregnancy talk,” he said. “I thought the holiday would do you good, so why faint the moment you arrived?”It did do me good. But constantly thinking about
Claire The holiday finally came to an end for me. It was time to go back home—time to face everything I’d been running from.All through the flight, the kids slept soundly, curled up in their seats. Luppy leaned in close, wanting to talk, and I gave her a small, tired smile as I stood up.We moved
ClaireOnce I saw that spark return to her eyes, I smiled to myself. All these past few weeks, I’d been so wrapped up in my own mess that I hadn’t even noticed what my children were going through. From now on, I’d pay closer attention—more than ever. This really is the most important stage of thei
ClaireI let out a deep sigh. The expressions on their faces were unreadable, and truthfully, I was exhausted, emotionally drained, tired of carrying everything alone.“I’m going to say this simply,” I said, my voice flat with fatigue. “Your father had an affair. I found out about it. And now, I’m







