* SLIGHT MATURE SCENE*

I didn't know how I felt once I watched Nick lifting his mini suitcase into the back of the SUV's boot. But admittedly, I wasn't upset nor succumbing further into the darkness of guilt. If I had told you that as I watched Nick, I felt Shane's hand resting on the nape of my neck, gently twirling a strand of loose hair that had fallen out of place, and I didn't budge-- would you hate me for that? I certainly did. But I chose to remain where I was, smiling affectionally towards my husband and pretending that Shane's hand did not snake gently towards my back and then towards my ass.

Nick was oblivious as I waved him off, his concentration purely on the rear window as he reversed the SUV out onto the road. And then that was that. He was gone. And I was left. Left, being the key word. With him. I swallowed, trying to embrace the courage to align with my morals as I turned away from him.

"You should go now," I said firmly, not once looking him in the eyes.

"And leave you?" he replied coolly, edging towards me, his hands within his pockets.

"Yes," I hissed, "you need to leave, now. I won't do---"

"---What?" he interjected softly, "do something you wouldn't regret?"

"I would!" I exclaimed frustratingly. I mistakenly then looked at his eyes, instantly feeling a swarm of butterflies attack the inner chamber of my stomach. "Y-you need to go! I refuse. I refuse. I refuse," I repeated, my words failing little by little to hold strength. "I-I refuse," I muttered, feeling overwhelmed as his fingers brushed my bottom lip. It was like a ton of house bricks had fallen on top of me. I was weak to the knees; my heart was beating faster and the nagging voice inside died. There was no defence on my behalf as I allowed him to edge even closer. He was so close. The scent of him. I could touch him. He was physically there.

"You've...lost your identity, Rose," he muttered tenderly, his eyes flickering back and fourth between my lips and startled eyes. "You've forgotten what it's like to be...touched." I gasped as I felt his right hand suddenly slither up my dress and begin to stroke caressingly against my inner thigh. I bit down on my tongue hating how the sensuous feeling made me throb. I felt awakened, alive. It was like I could feel blood swimming towards the tips of my toes and back. "You're...so wet," he whispered against my ear as I clenched my eyes feeling his fingertips against the fabric of my knickers.

It was physically impossible. I couldn't help what happened next. There was no control. It was fervent passion that drove me to insanely drive my begging lips against his. And within that brief second, it all exploded out of control. His hands slid around me as our mouths collided, the thirst of our tongues vehemently attacking in a teasing slide over the other, and each time I gasped it spurred the growl at the back of his throat.

Shane led me towards the front door, my back making contact with it as he kissed my neck, teased behind my ear whilst I tried my hardest to remain still. I felt like ecstasy wanting nothing more to feel him, close. I began aggressively attacking his collar, unbuttoning the buttons as his lips remained to suck and kiss the side of my neck. Soon enough, he was shirtless; hungry and tearing away at the zipper at the back of my body hugging black dress.

"Shane." I gasped feeling the fervid flicker of his tongue upon my breasts. He hadn't even unhooked the bra and I was hard. My back naturally arched forward as my fingers raked through his hair watching as he continued to trail a line of kisses down the centre of my torso stopping just before the edge of my black knickers.

"I need you now," I said breathlessly, observing how his lips curled in agreement. Without even a blink, I had my legs wrapped around the frame of his torso as he carried me upstairs. We shared our episodes of breathless laughs as we climbed them, nearly falling into the banister a couple times from the hunger of our lips ravaging.

I didn't even think. Didn't let my eyes drift towards Nick's belongings on the dresser adjacent to our bed. I didn't even feel an ounce of guilt spring into my mind as Shane gently dropped me on our bed, climbing on top of me before his lips dived in deep, kissing me. At that moment, I let my worries fly at the window feeling like I hadn't felt in a long time; happy.

Shane unhooked my bra, throwing it on the floor. I was half exposed and I couldn't have felt better feeling his greedy lips nipping and sucking my hardened nipples. I wanted this. He wanted this. My body felt re-animated.

"Look at...you," Shane muttered in between kissing my breasts. "You're... beautiful."  I couldn't help to blush, even if it only lasted for a second before the overwhelming organic lust filled my system. I wanted him now. My hands helplessly went for his buckle. A dark growl echoed from the back of his throat as he complied, undoing them and all soon, he was completely naked. I swallowed literally. At the confession swarming in my head, I had truly never seen something as big. And if this was confession time, I said quickly to him. "I've never slept with any---"

"---Sssshh," he interrupted me, his lips taking mine again. I didn't want to complain, didn't want to spoil our frenzy. I wanted, needed this.

"Wait," I said breathlessly, grapping for my ring and slipping it off and stretching to place it on the bedside table. Shane smirked, shaking his head down at me before his hands suddenly teared my knickers in half, literally. I gasped feeling his member throbbing at the point of entrance.

"Protection," I suggested, "I'm still on the pill but just in case," I muttered quickly watching as he slid towards the side of the bed, grabbing what I could only presume was a condom packet in his trouser pocket.

"You came prepared?" I said humorously.

"I always come prepared." He grinned.

And then before I knew it, I felt him enter me. As I couldn't have anticipated, it was beyond passion stirring between us as I clawed my nails into his back begging in the lobe of his ear. Our bodies rocked together, our breathless voices drained from the exhilarating feel of our spirts connecting intimately. His hip bones moved gently into me then harder making my walls inside throb at the build up inside me. It was going to happen. I had forgotten that sensation.

"Fuck," I could hear him grunt, quickening the pace as I held on begging it.

And then it happened, I released soon after he did. My body consequently high on cloud nine. I was breathless and so was he. But it didn't stop me nor him from wanting more so when I took turn to climb on top of him, I was high on the addiction of him.

Nick wasn't even a little thought. I had totally forgotten he'd existed and paid no attention towards the wedding band, absent from my wedded finger.

***

I lay on his chest listening to sound of his heart beat thud. His arm embraced my naked back and his fingers teasingly drew circles on my tailbone. I'd never experienced, felt that ever with Nick. My body physically felt drained, as if it released all that bundled up stress and frustration out.

"That was...interesting," I confessed aloud, smiling into his chest as his hand squeezed my ass.

"You were like a feisty animal," he teased, leaning his other arm behind his head, "couldn't keep your hands off me."

I ran my forefinger down his chest. "Says you." Smiling to myself as I reflected on the way he had me with his hands, lips and you know what.

"I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you," he replied softly, his statement startling me a little.

I looked up at him. "And what now? You've slept with me. Is that it for you? We go back to our separate lives." I tilted my back down feeling suddenly hurt. What if that was all he wanted? Was he going to push me aside as if I didn't matter?

Shane sat up making me shuffle along with him and lean up as I anxiously waited for his answer. He shook his head, grasping my chin within his fingertips. "Never. Rose, you're like a drug. I've tasted you once and I need more. You've hooked me in, baby." Baby felt so much more intimate from his lips than Nick's.

"Wait—"  I piped up, getting out of the bed as I grabbed my silky red night dressing-gown from off the hook on the back of the door. He was baffled, calling my name as he followed me out the room. I was heading for the study.

"What are you doing?" he asked, curiously watching as I turned on the monitor of the computer. I'd left it on, the document still up, its bar cursor blinking, waiting for words. I smiled deviously to myself as my fingers began to type. Shane stood behind me. He was proudly standing there naked inviting only more creativity to my voice.

"What are you doing?" he chuckled, before teasing my neck as he kissed me softly there.

"I'm writing. It's my job, duh."

"Are you? Wait... Ah, I see." His tone laced with amusement.

"It's just for research," I replied, grinning from ear to ear. Shane's laughter was like chocolate running down the back of my throat. And I craved more.

"C'mon," he growled playfully into my ear, "we'll make some inspiration."

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe myself. Had I? Had we? But my suspicious thoughts were wiped away when I looked to the side of me, observing the naked man sleeping sound fully. My cheeks instantly inflamed as I recalled last night. We'd actually slept together, and not an ounce of me was tugging at guilt. I'd slept with him. And my body felt like it had been awoken from dormant slumber. I felt like I have been rejuvenated, or reborn.

And what about Nick? The nagging thought sprouted abruptly making me think to the commitment I'd pledged four years ago. I looked towards the bedside table, the gleam of my sliver wedding band reminding me of the faithful love I'd sworn to. My hand reached for it, slipping it on and feeling its cold kiss against my skin. What had I done?

Carefully, I got out the bed, not wanting to wake up Shane. It was ten in the morning. I needed to check my phone. Who knew when Nick was coming back? I headed for the stairs, carefully treading the steps and shamefully looking at my discarded dress, heels and his shirt carelessly laid out on the floor like a crime scene.

I should really check my phone. It was on the couch as I left it. Thankfully, it still had charge. There was a message from last night from Nick telling me he had arrived safely at the hotel. And a missed call, an hour ago. Shit. I speed dialled his number, pacing the living room with the rising fear of bile.

"Hey hun," his cheerful voice said on the other end of the call.

"Nick. Sorry, I missed your call. I...was tired. I slept a little over. Are you---"

"—Yeah, I'm on my way back now. Actually, I'm just coming down our road now.  So, see you in a bit," he interjected, ending the call. I dropped the phone and sped upstairs.

"Shane! Shane!" I yelled.

"W-hat?" he groaned in the pillow, his arms squeezing it comfortably. I didn't have time to admire his glorious naked body.

"Get up! He's coming! Like now!" I shouted, hastily picking up my knickers, or what was left of them on the floor. I threw them in the waste bin, thankful Shane had got the message as he rushed pass me, carrying his trousers and heading to pick up his shirt downstairs. I took off my night gown, hung it back on the door and sped towards the dresser throwing on a t-shirt and some joggers.

"Rose!" I heard Shane holler from down stairs.

I hurried out into the landing standing at the top. "Here!" He threw my dress which I caught successfully. "Your neck!" he alerted me, a smirk written on his lips.

Shit. The hickey. I headed for my vanity dresser, grabbing concealer as I went for that spot, only groaning as I noticed another, on the other side of my neck. I wasn't all complaining I thought, selfishly loving how it felt. A naughty secret. And now it was minor compared to last night's fiasco.

I could hear the car pulling up on the driveway. Shit. Shane was going to be caught.

My feet hastily made their way downstairs. I couldn't see Shane. Maybe, he left through the back? Then the door opened, and I kicked my heels under the sideboard.

"Oh, hey, hun," I said, kissing Nick on the cheek even before he had the chance to cross the threshold.

"Oh," he chuckled, "I didn't expect that." He pulled his suitcase in, closing the door and I watched his facial features intently, hoping I hadn't left anything suspicious on display. But so far, nothing was suspected. Was I really playing this? Was I really having an affair?

"I couldn't believe---oh, Shane—"

Oh, shit.

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