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Still burning. Cameron had left just hours ago. They had barely spoken after he’d taken her against the bathroom wall, filling her with his release and then wiping her clean with her silk scarf. No affection. No hesitation. Only heat. They were past the point of flirting. Past teasing. Past hiding it well. The lies they told themselves were thinner now. This wasn’t an affair of convenience anymore. This was compulsion. This was addiction. And it was getting harder to hide.

“You should be more forward about it and not walk around like an oblivious spoiled brat.” He almost kissed my lips, and I couldn't stand it. “Don't come closer!” I exclaimed angrily and pushed him hard, but it was like pushing a brick wall. He grabbed my hand, and the same current I had felt before shook us again, but this time he opened his eyes in stupefaction, and I pulled my hand away. “Who are you?” he asked crudely. “That doesn't matter to you because you can swear I'll stay away from a bipolar freak like you,” I spat angrily and walked away quickly. I didn't understand why my body had completely heated up.

He questioned as my expression flustered. "What do you mean?" I massage my hands around him, my voice thick with seduction. I lean to kiss him on the shoulder as I tried to get on top of him but he swiftly pushes back as my back hit the end of his desk. He got to his feet, furious, his hand rubbing his forehead. "You've got some nerve..." He chuckled bitterly. "You have an affair, and the moment you're caught, you suddenly remember you have a husband. I mean, I thought you were too busy with promotions for your movie..." he said.

Javier whispered with a heavy expression. Camila furrowed her brows deeply, completely baffled by the direction of her husband’s argument. To Camila, an affair was always a two-way street. If the woman didn’t lead him on, there would be no affair. Likewise, if the man made the first move and the woman didn’t respond, the affair wouldn’t happen. “What do you mean? Nicolas must have gone this far because he was tempted by that woman! She must have deliberately seduced him while Nicolas was away from his wife!” Camila accused fiercely.

After we remarried, I had an affair. Caelum Pemberton tore the room apart in a fit of rage. His face darkened as he demanded, "Are you doing this to get back at me?" This time, I was the calm one. "I was just curious to see how thrilling an affair could be. After all, you kept doing it over and over again." His eyes reddened. He gritted his teeth and forced a bitter smile. "Are you satisfied now? Do you hate me that much?" I simply smiled. I was already dying. I had no strength left to waste on hating him.

she said weakly, “all I’m saying is that I know what this is and I’m fine with that. Really.” “And what would that be?” She shrugged one shoulder; they were still doing a bit of a backward dance around the room, she backing, and he advancing. “It’s an affair. A fling.” His eyebrows raised high. “Oh, so that’s what this is?” Sara winced. No doubt his other lovers were far too experienced and suave to put a name on their experience with him. Suddenly she felt anger rise up. Why was he being so obtuse? Surely she was doing him a favor? She stopped backing away and put her coffee cup down carefully on the low table by the sofa.

I ran my fingers lightly along the shaft, feeling the heat emanating from his arousal. I looked up at him, meeting his dark gaze with my own as I trailed kisses along his thighs. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable, a mix of desire and longing that mirrored my own. I gave him a little hand job, feeling the weight of his member in my hand as I caressed his balls with my fingers. I could feel the heat emanating from him, a physical manifestation of his arousal. With a deep breath, I took him into my mouth, feeling the heat of his cock against my tongue.

The cable car was suddenly heated. Aria breaks the kiss and takes off her cardigan, leaving her bra which was snapped off in a single attempt by Victor. The cold made Aria’s boobs perky, with her nipples responding to the cold. “Thought you were cold, Aria,” Victor remarked; his voice low nad raspy.

“Are you even in that category? What kind of sicko sleeps with someone when he had an affair with….“ She shakes her head without completing her sentence. I frown at implication. What does she know? A few kisses and cuddles with Lena wouldn’t be considered an affair. Or… Perhaps in today’s generation, it does. Pain on my side is growing, and it’s getting harder to think. Where the fuxk are my painkillers? “What was it? Some screwed up fantasy? It’s disgusting. I can’t even bring myself to say it.”

The two get carried away with the joke again and seconds later Jean asks now more seriously: " So you are going to rethink about your relationship? " Yes! When I get home from my trip it will be definite. I'm going to take her to the Affair restaurant and ask for her hand in marriage." Adam confesses and Jean approves. However, the trace of discontent is still etched on his forehead and for the first time, he touches his drink, preparing to say something important: " I hate you, Adam, you son of a bitch!" Adam is not offended, the intimacy between them gives no room for disagreement. "Does this have to do with the fact that I found you in a dark room? I smelled in the air a scent of pleasure