I should have won an Oscar for that performance.

It was incredibly hard at times to try to restraint myself from saying Shane's name knowing that I had Nick listening in my ear. But boy, did Shane know how to treat me. I had never felt that so aroused within my sex life ever. It was mind-blowing, literally, how his finger, his tongue went down on me as I laid there, trying to get a grip knowing if I had slipped his name, it would be game over. Nick was convinced, sure enough, that I was just playing with myself whilst egged on by his dirty talk.

He had said, 'I don't mean to toot my own horn but fucking hell, Rose. You were so hot. I made you so eager for me, didn't I baby? We should do this often. I'm serious. You're making me hard right now thinking about it."

I had told him I agreed; lying through my teeth that it had turned me on, although I knew that the credibility was Shane's, who had performed maintenance on me like I was a car going in for MOT. It ticked all boxes. I hadn't felt so flustered, so unbearably clogged with exhilaration, lust filling my bones that I couldn't stand being on the phone no more with Nick. I had to have Shane. So, I told Nick I had to go. Told him someone was at our front door. It worked. And then I ended the call, before I was met with Shane's demanding kisses.

Shane fucked me. He had me pinned down on the bed, hands above my head as he thrusted his hips, his large friend filling every part of me as I lay helpless. And I couldn't have been more on cloud nine.

Sweat glistened a little on his forehead as I laid in his naked embrace. I felt his mouth gently sucking my shoulder as I caressed his hands that were cupping my breasts. Each time, he squeezed I bit my bottom lip feeling an injection of unfinished sexual appetite thunder through my veins.

"I still...can't believe, that," I was referring to the phone call, and the throbbing sensation inflicted to down there. I heard his muffled laughter against my shoulder blade, before he spoke. "You convinced him...had me thinking there for a second, you were going to slip up. Because, baby, you sure moaned." A tiny growl echoed throughout his throat as I teased my hand against his junk. "Such...a tease," he groaned, feeling his erection against the palm of my hand.

I turned to face him, running my fingertip down his cheek. "And that was a dangerous move you pulled. What if I had slipped up?" I frowned gently, before biting down on my tongue hard, as I felt his hands slither between my thighs and tickle up there.

"And have you engage in phone sex? Whilst I'm hard as fuck in there? Baby, you can complain all you like but you know for a second, I helped you out there. That's probably the best goddamn orgasm you've ever had, that you've given him a permanent boner," he said coolly, sliding his tongue against his bottom lip. "He's probably still jerking off as we speak," he added, deviously smirking as I blushed.

"Ew, no. Can we not talk about my husband jerking off?" I chuckled, shaking my head, a little embarrassed speaking on that topic with him. Shane had amusement written across his facial expression as he fluffed out the pillow he was lying on and then leaned his elbow upon it.

"So, tell me," he began as he looked me intensely in the eyes, "what are thinking in that pretty mind of yours?"

"What do you mean?" I blushed, leaning my elbow onto the pillow and resting my head against my palm of propped up hand. "What should I be thinking?" I flirted back without a hint of bashfulness.

"You tell me," he replied, smirking, "you just fascinate me. No wonder he fell for you. There's just something about you—"

"---Do you say that to all the women you've slept with," I teased, raising my brows.

"Always," he joked.

"Ouch."

"But then, I've never met someone like you," he said softly, drawing a circle with his fingertip across my collar bone, tempting my carnal lust, caged inside of me.

I blushed a little. "Cliché, much?"

"You should be splitting your royalties half with me. If this isn't a conversation you can use in that manuscript of yours, then sue me. But you love it," he said. I couldn't exactly argue. My mind had already been mentally noting our one liners, our sex and the combinations of emotions I felt with him. It was becoming the perfect recipe for romance.

***

Shane was softly sleeping beside me. His hair was bedraggled, his quiff draping across his temple, and that naked body was gloriously lying under the thin sheets. I wanted to tease my fingers through his hair, but I didn't want to wake him. It was three in the morning. I couldn't sleep. But it wasn't my insomnia. I had the urge to write.

Elle knew it was wrong, but she couldn't barricade the arrows of lust attacking and tempting her to him. After that first hot night together, she was craving him like crazy. Any thought that slipped through was about him; his burning fingertips, his lips upon her and that unquenchable thirst of sexual appetite. So, when he asked her to come with him to a weekend away, she couldn't refuse knowing it would be her name echoing around the four walls.

I paused, biting the end of thumb. It didn't matter that their names were different, this was my current situation. Elle's fiancé, Andre, was Nick, and the sex god next door, was Shane. I knew it was a dangerous tactic. Could I actually publish this? Wouldn't it be obvious? Wouldn't it all make sense to Nick? But what if it didn't slip up? What if Nick didn't suspect a thing? But then. What about my situation? I glanced over to lover in my bed. Would I divorce Nick for you? Could I break the heart of the man I once loved? Do I love you? Or is this just infatuation? Will it just pass by?

A sigh left my lips. This is all just a mess.

By morning, I had slept at least four hours, but I wasn't completely exhausted as Shane passed me a mug of coffee that I had requested. He wasn't even bashful as he strolled around the bedroom naked, allowing my eyes to wander or meticulously study of whatever I wanted. It was like being given a full course menu and I had nothing to be ashamed of wanting all the items presented before me.

"Like what you see?" he said, grinning at the sight of my inflamed cheeks.

"Maybe," I replied, playfully rolling my eyes. "What's on the agenda for today? Please say it requires less walking."

Shane sat on the end of the bed, blowing into his cup to cool his hot coffee. Then he looked over to me as he proudly stated. "We're taking a boat trip on the lake."

"Oh, yippee?"

What I didn't expect after we devoured down breakfast, dressed head to toe in warm clothes, and standing outside the cabin, was Shane's presentation of a wooden boat docked up on a small pier leading out onto the dark, blue water. I had expected that when he declared we were taking a boat trip, it would be a planned tourist boat tour or something organised. I wasn't sure I liked the idea of crossing the lake on our own even if Shane was trying his hardest to convince me otherwise with his experience. I shook my head as he passed me a fluorescent orange lifejacket.

"C'mon, Rose. You trust me, right?" he encouraged me, holding the jacket out and ushering me to slip it on. I thumbed the idea of the possibility of Shane being actually a murderer trying to get me out onto the lake to drown me in water. But that was absurd! I nodded, allowing him to slip the jacket around my small torso feeling its tight compact hug me. That gave me a little more reassurance as I focused on Shane, who was slowly getting into the rocky boat. Then he turned to me holding both hands out. "Okay, you ready? C'mon, I've got you," he insisted, as I gently stepped forward onto the pier, instantly missing the presence of the woodlands terrain beneath my feet.

The pier squeaked as I walked towards the boat. "Are you sure this is safe?" I asked, anxiously rubbing the palms of my hands together. "Shouldn't there be—I don't know, lake guards? Or—"

"---Rose, stop stressing. It's safe, babe. Trust me," he spurred me on, smiling broadly as a beacon of hope. I accepted that I needed to stop being silly and clasped his firm, strong hands. The boat was rocking as I held him, so I hesitated before finally stepping one shoe onto the edge of the boat after his continual words of encouragement.

"Woah," I exclaimed, clawing my nails into his shoulders as I felt the boat shake once both feet were in the vessel. He laughed and then he kissed my temple. He guided me gently towards the wooden plank designed to perform as a seat. I sat, moaning and pestering him where he was going as he let loose of my hands. "Where—where are you going, Shane? You're not leav---"

"—No, no," he chuckled, as I watched him sit down on the opposite end of the boat. "I have to balance the weight, that's all." He then grabbed the rope and threw it in the centre of the boat making our attachment to the pier non-existent. Then he grabbed the white and black paddles lodged at the side and began to paddle, disturbing the stillness of the water. "And we have lift off!" he exclaimed, smiling at my nervousness glances to the water. I looked behind watching as we drifted away from the mainland making my heart thunder.

"You scared of water or something?" he asked, a little amused of the frightened expression surfacing on my face as I held tightly onto either side of the boat.

"No, I-I just—"

"---Can you swim?" he interjected, his arms working with ease as the boat pushed further out. We were making a distance from the safety of the cabin.

"Yes," I hissed, "I had swimming lessons. I can swim. I-I just don't like any water that isn't pumped with chlorine. You don't know what's swimming in there! Same with the sea! You could get eaten by sharks or—or some other hungry predator," I explained, defending my anxiety.

"This isn't jaws. And they're ain't no sharks swimming under here. We're safe. Just relax," he replied, smiles and all. "I know what I am doing. Trust me you're in safe hands."

I squealed as the boat slightly tilted to the left. Shane chuckled, slowly hanging the paddle on a metal hinge. Then with written amusement in his eyes, he began to shake the boat side to side.

"Shane!" I screamed, clenching my fingers onto the sides. "Stop! Please! I'm begging you!"

"What?" He mockingly cupped his hand against his ear. "What did you say? I can't quite hear you!" Then he continued to shake the boat, creating ripples in the water from its origin of disturbance. I screamed, my face blowing up in redness over the escalation of fear pounding throughout me.

"Shane! I'm going to—fucking chop your balls off if you don't stop!" I yelled, my screams dying as I snorted out with laughter feeling giddy and full of adrenaline. Shane joined my loud laughs, stopping the shaking of the boat.

"I swear I still hate you for that," I grumbled as he pulled me onto the pier. I had been saying that all throughout the trip on the lake, but I couldn't entirely deny that it was a little fun. Even if I were willing to slaughter him right there.

"You loved it," he chuckled deeply, removing his life jacket. I began to unfasten my own life jacket, propping in on the pier when in surprise, I watched as Shane removed his waterproof coat, top and trousers leaving him standing there in his black boxers. Before I had the chance to question his insanity, he ran down the end of the pier. "Woooo!" he screamed, suddenly jumping into the lake. A splash of water flew into the air from the impact.

I screamed. "Shane!" I followed in pursuit, stopping at the edge. I was searching everywhere for him. "Shane! Shane!" Then his head ducked back up. He was laughing, pushing his hair from his eyes as he looked up at me.

"What was you thinking?" I demanded to know. "You don't know what's in there! And it's cold! Get out!"

Shane shook his head as he swam a little around the pier. "Not until you jump in," he declared, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm not going in there!"

"Then I suppose you'll...---" his words stopped as he sank down, his body sinking under water.

"Shane! That's not funny!" I yelled.

He ducked back up. "I need assistance, help!" He ducked back under.

I threw my top over my head, unbuttoned my trousers and with a loud, piercing scream fleeing my lips I leaped into the water. I went under, feeling the cold embrace of the lake attacking my skin. I could get hypothermia! The water was murky, and I swear my foot had touched something slimy.

I broke out to the surface, sucking in air.

Shane swam over to me, laughing as he embraced me into his arms. I clung my nails into his shoulders, blinking as I felt my teeth clatter from the biting coldness of the lake.

"T-t-this is c—c-cold. F-f-fuck y-you, Sss-hane," I snapped, greeted by his hysterical laughter swarming my ears again.

"It's not too bad after you get used to it. You're in the water, though. Looks like I just helped you get over your phobia," he said, smiling as I kicked my feet to keep bopping above water.

"You're an asshole."

Laughter filled his lungs. And to be perfectly honest, I didn't regret a single thing about this trip so far. Even if it was against my morals towards the commitment of my marriage.

THANK YOU FOR READING! IF YOU ENJOYED PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE! I'M NOT SURE I'LL BE ABLE TO POST A CHAPTER TOMORROW UNLESS I RECOVER FROM MY HANGOVER! IT MIGHT NOT BE TILL SUNDAY OR MONDAY FOR THE NEXT UPDATE! :(

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