Chapter 9 - On His Desk

“Don’t panic. I’m here to deliver these.”

Cole stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. From his pocket he pulled out two invitation cards and held them out to me. I took them, still confused, and slowly opened one.

The moment I read the words, my stomach twisted.

“You’re kidding me. Are you serious right now?”

He leaned against the doorframe, a faint smirk on his lips.

“Maybe we should call your best friend and ask her about it.”

It was an invitation to a gender-reveal party. Hosted by Ethan and Vanessa.

“Is she that shameless?” I muttered.

“I ask myself that every day of my life,” Cole replied. “But I guess we can work together to find the answer.”

“Cole, please stop being sarcastic.”

He finally laughed, low and quiet.

“Fine, fine. Seriously though—they planned a gender reveal, the two of them, and now they want us to be part of it. And I’m sure Ethan knows exactly what he’s doing. Imagine my business partner sleeping with my wife.” He pushed off the door and walked closer. “Anyway… I’ll do the same to him with his wife.”

He clicked the lock shut behind him.

“Is it okay if we do it here?”

I should have said no. This was Ethan’s office. His desk. His space. But my body still remembered the last time with Cole, the way he had pulled pleasure out of me so easily, and the memory had kept me awake for nights. The truth was, I couldn’t bring myself to refuse.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He closed the distance between us, slid his hands under my thighs, and lifted me onto the edge of Ethan’s desk. The cold wood pressed against the backs of my legs. He stepped between my knees, spreading them open with his own.

“So,” he murmured, voice low near my ear, “what were you doing in his office? Stealing something?”

Before I could answer, he leaned in and kissed the side of my neck. Slow. Warm. Deliberate. A shiver ran straight down my spine. His hand slid up my waist and cupped my breast through my shirt, thumb brushing over the peak until I let out a soft, unwilling sound.

“I was just—”

He slipped his hand inside my bra. The heat of his palm against my bare skin made my breath catch.

“Tell me more,” he whispered. “Your financial files…?”

I couldn’t form a full sentence. My head tipped back as he kissed along my throat, teeth grazing lightly.

“It’s going to be a quickie,” he said against my skin. “I won’t take your clothes all the way off.”

He straightened, eyes darker now, and unbuckled his belt. I leaned back on my hands, watching as he freed himself. The sight made my mouth go dry. I pushed my pants and underwear down to my thighs. He didn’t wait. Two fingers slid between my legs, finding me already wet.

“You’re ready,” he said quietly, almost pleased. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and tasted me, eyes never leaving mine. The boldness of it sent another rush of heat through me.

Then he gripped my hips, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pushed into me in one slow, deep thrust.

A broken moan slipped out of me. He filled me completely, thick and hot, stretching me in a way that made my toes curl. For a moment he stayed still, letting me adjust, forehead resting against mine.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured. “And warm.”

The words made something low in my stomach clench. In five years with Ethan I had never once reached orgasm. Cole had given me my first. And now, already, I could feel the second building.

He started to move—slow at first, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside me. My fingers dug into the edge of the desk. The wet sound of him sliding in and out filled the quiet office. Every thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure up my spine.

“Faster,” I breathed. “Someone might come back…”

His eyes flashed. He nodded once, then pulled out, turned me around, and bent me over the desk. My chest pressed against the cold surface. He gripped my hips and drove back into me hard.

The new angle stole the air from my lungs. He thrust deeper, faster, the desk creaking softly beneath us. One of his hands slid around to rub tight circles over my clit while he fucked me, and the double sensation made my knees nearly give out. I bit down on my own wrist to keep from crying out too loudly.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped.

I came hard, body shaking, a silent gasp tearing from my throat as the orgasm crashed through me. My vision blurred. My legs trembled. Behind me Cole’s rhythm stuttered; he followed a moment later with a low, rough sound, burying himself deep as he finished.

For a few seconds the only noise in the room was our uneven breathing.

He pulled out carefully, helped me straighten my clothes, and pressed a brief kiss to the side of my neck—almost gentle.

“Same time next week?” he asked quietly.

I didn’t answer. I only fixed my hair with unsteady fingers, picked up the invitation cards, and left the office before I could think too hard about what we had just done on my husband’s desk.

By the time I got home, I was still smiling. My body felt loose and warm in a way it hadn’t in years. If Cole was this good, I almost wondered why Vanessa had ever looked elsewhere.

Then I opened the bedroom door, and the smile died.

Ethan was lying on the bed with a single flower between his teeth, looking at me with clear intent. He patted the mattress beside him.

He wanted sex tonight.

I had just had Cole inside me less than an hour ago. The thought of Ethan touching me, kissing me, made my stomach turn. But refusing would look suspicious. I still needed him to believe I was the same devoted wife.

So I forced a smile onto my face, even as nausea rose in my throat, and stepped into the room.