Having gone so long without any intimacy with my wife, I couldn’t help but swallow hard. The desire that hadn’t subsided at home became completely overwhelming in that moment.
The faint scent of Jade, combined with the movements on screen, made me feel like I was about to lose control.
Just as I was trying to make a clumsy escape, Jade grabbed my arm.
Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with shyness. “Declan, weren’t you going home? Why are you back?”
“I… I came to check the electricity and water. You… you should go home and rest early.”
“Okay, sure.”
As her hand moved away, it brushed against my abs.
That brief touch made an involuntary sound escape my lips, and a flush of heat spread across my face.
Hearing her laughter behind me, I immediately bolted up to the second-floor room.
Lying in bed, all I could think about was Jade’s shy expression. From my angle, I’d even caught a glimpse of what was visible under her white top.
Just imagining that feeling was intoxicating.
I wondered what it would be like to taste her, to really know that feeling.
I shook my head vigorously, closed my eyes, and tried to sleep. But as I tossed and turned in bed, all I saw were the moves from the porn movie, only with Jade underneath me.
Helpless, I slowly put my hand under the covers.
I even had a dream, a hazy, half-conscious one, where I involuntarily cried out Jade’s name.
Afterward, I angrily slapped my own face. Why couldn’t I control my thoughts? I had mentally cheated on my wife.
For the next few days, I felt a constant wave of guilt whenever I saw Jade. I couldn’t look her in the eye or talk to her. We were as awkward as if we’d just met.
I had planned to find an opportunity to talk to Ryan, suggesting Jade look for work elsewhere.
