All Chapters of Touch me, Mr. Rich: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The smell of stir-fry had crept upstairs an hour ago, winding its way under Kate's door like an invitation Carol wasn't sure she could accept. Her stomach growled—she was genuinely hungry—but the thought of sitting across from Mr. Rich at the dinner table, pretending everything was normal, felt like a test she wasn't prepared to take."Dad says dinner's ready!" Kate called from the hallway, already heading downstairs.Carol took a breath, checked her reflection in Kate's mirror one more time—smoothing down her hair, making sure her shirt sat right—and followed.The dining room was already set when they arrived. Three places at the table, cloth napkins folded beside each plate, glasses of water already poured. Mr. Rich moved between the kitchen and dining room with easy efficiency, bringing out serving dishes filled with colorful vegetables, perfectly cooked chicken, and fragrant rice. He'd changed since they'd arrived—traded his work shirt for a simple black t-shirt that fit him in wa

Carol showed up at the house unannounced on Saturday afternoon.She'd planned it carefully—knew Kate had that thing with her mom this weekend, some shopping trip and lunch that would keep her occupied for hours. Knew Mr. Rich would be home alone. She'd spent the past three days thinking about nothing else, rehearsing what she'd say, how she'd act, running through a dozen different scenarios for how this could go.She'd barely slept. Barely eaten. The want had consumed her until there was nothing left but this—this need to know, to act, to end the uncertainty one way or another.But when he opened the door, all her preparation evaporated like morning mist.He stood there in dark jeans and a grey t-shirt that clung to his chest and shoulders in ways that made her mouth go dry. His hair was slightly damp, like he'd just showered, and she could smell his soap—something clean and masculine that made her want to press her face against his neck and breathe him in. He looked at her with surpr

JAMES'S POVI couldn't stop thinking about Saturday.The memory played on repeat: Carol beneath me, those dark eyes watching as I'd spread her legs. The way she'd tried to close them, suddenly shy despite the boldness that had brought her to my house. The taste of her on my tongue. The sounds she'd made when I'd sucked her clit.Christ.I'd been half-hard since I woke up this morning, anticipating this afternoon. The memory of her grinding against my face, chasing her orgasm with desperate abandon, was permanently burned into my brain. I'd made women come before—plenty of times—but watching Carol lose control had been different. More intense. More satisfying than anything I'd experienced in years.Maybe it was because I hadn't realized how much I wanted her until I had her. Maybe it was because she wanted me with equal intensity. Or maybe it was just that she was young and responsive and everything my marriage hadn't been for the last decade.I didn't care about the why anymore. I jus