The garage door groaned as it rolled up, the sound cutting through the quiet afternoon like a secret being whispered. Mia glanced at the clock—3:17 PM. Too early for Kamille to be home, but just right for Talon.
She had been folding laundry in the master bedroom when she heard the car pull in, her fingers pausing mid-fold over one of Kamille’s silk blouses. The fabric was cool against her skin, expensive, just like everything else in this house. Mia bit her lip, listening as the front door opened, then shut with a soft click. Footsteps. Then the unmistakable jingle of Talon’s keys hitting the entryway table.
Her pulse quickened. She knew what came next.
The bedroom door creaked open, and there he was—Talon, still in his tailored slacks and crisp button-down, his dark hair slightly tousled from the drive. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and hungry, the way they always were when he came home early.
"You’re still here," he murmured, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. The lock clicked.
Mia smirked, letting the blouse slip from her fingers. "Where else would I be?"
Talon didn’t answer. Instead, he crossed the room in three long strides, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her against him. His mouth crashed onto hers, hot and demanding, his tongue sliding past her lips like he already owned her. And he did, in a way. At least, he owned this—these stolen moments in his wife’s bed, the way Mia’s body arched into his before she could even think to resist.
His hands roamed down, cupping her ass through her thin leggings, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. "You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?" he growled against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "Waiting for me to come home and bend you over this bed again."
Mia moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Maybe."
Talon chuckled, low and dark, before spinning her around and pushing her onto the mattress. The bed was still unmade from this morning—Kamille’s side neatly tucked, his side a mess of rumpled sheets. Mia landed face-down, her breath hitching as Talon yanked her leggings and panties down in one rough motion, baring her to him.
"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass before giving it a sharp smack. Mia yelped, then moaned as his hand soothed the sting, his thumb pressing between her cheeks, teasing. "So wet already. You get off on this, don’t you? Knowing Kamille’s at work, clueless, while her husband’s about to fuck you raw in her own bed."
Mia whimpered, pushing back against his hand.
Talon didn’t make her wait. His belt buckle clinked, then his zipper, the sound of fabric hitting the floor. A second later, his cock was pressing against her entrance, thick and hot. He didn’t ease in—he never did. One hard thrust and he was buried inside her, filling her so completely that Mia cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
"Shh," Talon hissed, his hand clamping over her mouth as he started to move. "You don’t want the neighbors to hear, do you?"
Mia shook her head, her muffled moans vibrating against his palm. She didn’t care about the neighbors. She cared about the way his cock stretched her, the way his hips snapped against hers, the way the bed creaked beneath them like it was in on the secret too.
Talon’s free hand gripped her hip, his fingers digging in as he fucked her harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Mia. You take my dick so good. Better than her, don’t you?"
Mia nodded frantically, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach. She loved this—the filth of it, the betrayal. Kamille’s perfume still lingered on the pillows, her lotion on the nightstand. Every thrust was a sin, and Mia was drowning in it.
Talon’s hand left her mouth, sliding down to circle her clit. "You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come on my cock while I fill you up?"
Mia whimpered, her body already tightening around him. "Yes—fuck, yes—"
Talon groaned, his rhythm stuttering as he chased his own release. "That’s it. Milk my fucking dick. Take it all."
Mia shattered with a cry, her back arching as pleasure crashed over her. Talon followed a second later, his cock pulsing inside her as he came with a guttural groan, his fingers bruising her hips as he emptied himself deep.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Talon pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down her thighs. Mia collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving.
Talon leaned down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Same time tomorrow?"
Mia grinned, rolling onto her back to look up at him. "Wouldn’t miss it."
Outside, the garage door stayed shut. Kamille was still at work.
And Mia had a load of laundry to finish.