The Affair

Lillian is both thrilled and annoyed when her husband makes excuses for not being home when he should. It's inconvenient, but also gives her an unexpected opportunity to meet with her lover, Isaac. But as they come together in their secret rendezvous at a hotel, she doesn't know that Isaac is about to change the rules of their affair--and her future--forever...

Excerpt:
I tapped out a quick message. Have a few hours. Are you free?

As I waited for a response, I reached under my desk for the small satchel that I always brought with me to work. It contained a very specific kind of change of clothing.

My pussy instantly flooded and I had to press my legs together to try to stop the pulsing. I couldn’t allow myself to get too carried away with my need and anticipation, not when I didn’t have an answer. That didn’t stop my heart from beating way too fast and my breathing to quicken to the point that I nearly felt like I would faint.

Then my secret phone buzzed. Was about to ask you the same thing. I’m at our usual place. Room 203.

Now my body and my hormones were really in overdrive and my fingers shook so that I could barely text back: I’ll be there in ten minutes.

I grabbed that extra bag as well as my briefcase and ran to the nearby bathroom. I did not change what I was wearing on the outside, opting to leave my suit in place just in case any of the security guards actually paid attention to my appearance as I departed the building.

I drove a short distance away, to a rather nondescript motel sandwiched among the high-rises. It was not one of those places that could be rented by the hour, yet in its way it was just as discrete. Especially if one was careful in their room assignment. We always opted for one of the less desirable rooms, the one without a view of anything except the parking lot in the rear.

But that lack of view worked in both ways, ensuring that our cars could not be seen from the street.

I didn’t take my bag with me. I could retrieve it later, when it was time to change to go home. At the moment, nothing mattered except getting to the room as quickly as possible.

Isaac was waiting for me.

He was much better at pretending than I was. He always had been. Opening the door almost before I got a chance to knock, he let me in without saying a word.

Almost without even looking at me.

The act was dropped as soon the door closed. Isaac pinned me against it with his body, his hands sliding everywhere. He nuzzled his face against the side of my neck, the scrape of his whiskers on my skin making me shiver. “These last few weeks have been driving me crazy,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a growl. “All I’ve been thinking about is being inside you again.”