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Chapter 6

Author: Ava Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-08-26 13:59:50

Alex’s heart slammed against his ribs as he stared at Sarah’s phone. The message preview glowed in the dark bedroom like a neon accusation: *“Hey, saw Alex’s car at the Grand Plaza Hotel tonight. Everything okay with you two?”*

His hand moved before his brain caught up. He carefully reached across Sarah’s sleeping form, unlocked her phone with the passcode he wasn’t supposed to know, and deleted the message. Then he deleted it from the notifications and the trash. His fingers were shaking.

He set the phone back exactly as it had been and lay there, pulse roaring in his ears. Sarah stirred slightly, murmuring something in her sleep, and rolled closer, draping an arm over his chest. The guilt was crushing now — heavy, suffocating. Yet his cock was still half-hard from the fresh memory of Jordan riding him, moaning his name while he filled them again.

He didn’t sleep.

At 6:15 a.m. Sarah’s alarm went off. She kissed his cheek and headed to the shower. Alex lay there replaying every second of the night before: the way Jordan’s pussy had clenched around him, the filthy words they’d exchanged, the addictive rush of sneaking back into his own house like a criminal.

When Sarah emerged dressed for work, she looked at him with that same searching expression from the night before.

“You look exhausted,” she said, touching his face. “Maybe you should take a half day.”

“I’m fine,” he lied, pulling her in for a longer kiss than usual — partly out of guilt, partly to distract. She melted into it for a moment, then pulled back with a small smile.

“I love you, Alex.”

“I love you too.”

The words tasted like ash.

After she left for work, Alex called in sick for the first time in years. He needed to think. Instead, he drove straight back to the hotel.

Jordan opened the door wearing nothing but one of the hotel robes, loosely tied. Their eyes lit up with surprise and delight.

“You came back already? Risky.”

“Shut up and get on the bed,” Alex growled, kicking the door closed behind him.

What followed was raw, desperate, and longer than any previous time. He fucked Jordan against the window this time, the city skyline stretching out below them. Anyone with binoculars might have seen. He didn’t care. He pounded into them from behind, one hand around their throat, the other rubbing their clit until Jordan was shaking and screaming his name.

They moved to the shower — Alex pressing Jordan against the tiles, lifting one leg, and sliding in deep and slow, drawing it out until both of them were begging. Jordan came twice before Alex finally let go, filling them again while the hot water cascaded over their joined bodies.

Afterward they lay tangled in the sheets, sweaty and spent. Jordan traced the wedding ring on Alex’s finger.

“You’re going to have to choose eventually,” they whispered. “This can’t stay like this forever.”

Alex didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

He left the hotel at 11 a.m. and went home, showering again to erase every trace. When Sarah came home that evening, she brought takeout and seemed lighter than the day before.

“I ran into Lisa at lunch,” she said casually over dinner. “She mentioned she thought she saw your car near the Grand Plaza last night. Weird, right? You were at the office, weren’t you?”

Alex’s fork froze halfway to his mouth. His blood turned to ice.

“Yeah,” he said, keeping his voice steady. “Must have been someone else with the same model. Happens all the time.”

Sarah nodded, but she watched him closely. “Of course. I told her that.”

The rest of the evening was tense. They watched TV in near silence. When they went to bed, Sarah initiated sex for the first time in weeks. Alex tried — he really tried — but his mind kept flashing to Jordan. He was gentle with Sarah, loving even, but he couldn’t get fully hard. He finished quickly with his fingers and mouth, then held her as she fell asleep.

Guilt ate at him like acid.

At 2:17 a.m. his phone lit up under the pillow.

**Jordan:** *I can still feel you inside me. Come tomorrow night. I don’t want to wait a whole week.*

Alex stared at the ceiling for a long time. Then he typed back:

**Alex:** *Tomorrow. But we need to be more careful.*

He deleted the messages and finally drifted into a restless sleep.

The next morning, Sarah left a note on the kitchen counter:

*“Love you. Let’s talk tonight. I feel like something’s wrong.”*

Alex crumpled the note, heart pounding. The cracks were spreading faster than he could patch them.

That afternoon at his office, his assistant buzzed him.

“Someone’s here to see you. Says it’s urgent. Jordan Hale?”

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