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“You said you gave them the night off, right? We’re alone?”
“Yes!” His big hands pushed the skirt of my dress up around my hips, exposing the fact that I was naked under it. I almost came immediately when he cupped my heat, and my limbs trembled when the backs of his fingers rubbed against my inflamed flesh as he struggled with his zipper.
He was big and hard and rough when he slammed into me, and I screamed out at the sweet pleasure pain. I didn’t care that the wall was cold at my back or that the leather of his belt chafed against my skin as he pounded into me.
I reveled in his roughness, in the way he growled at my air as I tightened my flesh around him. We were both out of control, tearing at each other’s clothes and flesh with nails and teeth, and I came hard and fast when he bit into the flesh of my neck.
I did a lap of victory in my head when he came and cursed because it was way before he was ready. I know he does that when he’s overly excited. When was the last time I did that to him? It was too long to remember.
We sat down to dinner an hour later, ravenous, sweaty, and happy, and when he pulled me over to him, lifted me onto the table in front of him, and said, “Time for dessert,” I pushed the dishes away from behind me and laid back, letting my legs fall open to his eyes and his tongue.
“Oh, that’s so good.” I played my fingers through his hair as he ate me out, his teeth ever so often scraping along my clit. When he’d brought me off twice in his mouth, he got to his feet and drove into me. I smiled up at him and wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into me.
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Alas,life is not all sex and laughs; the real world has its time and place. For the next few weeks, things carried on pretty much the same way. I was gathering more and more information, not only on Jessica, which was her name but on her family and friends.
I had the social media handles for all those closest to her. I knew her school record, her place at my husband’s company, and her sexual history, down to her last partner before she moved to town. In short, I had at my fingertips anything and everything there was to know about her.
My husband Mark never had a clue about any of this. I had taken the time to let the staff go back to their quarters on the other side of the property earlier so that he and I could play house. We had sex in every room except the kids’ rooms. Drank wine almost every night and fucked like bunnies until the wee hours of the morning.
If there was one thing I knew, it was that he hadn’t had the time or the energy to be with anyone else. Unless he was using five minutes of his lunch break to fuck her, which was too bad for her. Because I was getting hours and hours of loving.
It wasn’t just the sex either. It’s the way he leans over in the morning to nuzzle me awake before kissing me goodbye. Yesterday I had even talked him out of his clothes and let him fuck me with his shoes on in my bed before getting dressed with my scent on him when we were done and hurrying out the door.
It's the out-of-the-blue phone calls for no reason, just to sit on the phone and listen to each other breathe. And it’s the way we sit in our playroom at night, close to each other on the couch as we watch some show or the other before we end up screwing each other’s brains out before the thing gets halfway.
I’ve woken up in his arms every morning since that first night, whether I had fallen asleep that way or not. That was all lovely and good, but now that I had made my choice, it was time to make sure no one took it away from me.
Getting into her apartment was easy. For one, we have the master key to all our buildings, and for another, I know the protocol. All it took was a maintenance uniform, some shades, and the most ridiculous wig and mustache. I’m pretty sure that was a Halloween store I went into a few weeks ago.
Once I let myself into the building, I used my new little gadget to check the apartment for hidden cameras, of which there were none. I didn’t stay too long this first time because I knew why I was here and what I came to do.
I slipped out the back just the way I’d entered, with no one the wiser. The hallway cameras would see a rather short man in a maintenance uniform who wouldn’t look at all out of place since I’d sent in a ticket under her name.
I had timed everything perfectly as I was aware that she had a big presentation coming up the next day. You see, I had found a way to keep tabs on what was going on in the business, which was my right as one of the major shareholders, which was owned entirely by our families.
I learned a lot and studied her in every way possible in the last few weeks, and now my time in her apartment had given me more of what I needed. I had become very knowledgeable in lots of things during that time, thanks to the books I had bought and the notes I had diligently kept.
It's amazing what you can learn by following someone’s social media accounts. Why people insist on broadcasting their every move is beyond me, but I guess I shouldn’t complain since it has come in very handy for me.
It was taking everything in me not to show up at his office every day, I wanted to see this person up close and personal. But I was afraid that I would give myself away if we ever came face to face. So far, no one suspects a thing, and I would like to keep it that way for a little bit longer.
After getting back to the house, I locked myself away in my home office and got to work. I read off the numbers I needed and input them into the new phone, following the instructions in the manual.
Next, I went into my device and linked it with my husband’s, something I didn’t know I had the option of doing until now. I had to wait for later that night while he was asleep, knocked out from another round of manic sex, to take his phone and iPad into my office with me.
Once again, I followed all the instructions, but this time I was cloning, but adding spyware, undetectable at that. I followed the instructions on how to retrieve deleted messages and sent everything to my new phone.
By the time I slid into bed beside him, I had done everything I needed to set my plans in motion. I laid awake most of the night tempted to check the new burner phone that I had used to clone hers.
I was thinking that since my husband never leaves my side in the evening and his phone is always there beside us with mine, he must have another one that they use to communicate. That thought was further compounded when I didn’t find any messages at all between the two of them.
CHAPTER3
Since I couldn’t find any messages between his known phone and hers, I went back to the first day I’d seen them together to try to figure it out. It was obvious that he had another phone somewhere or some other means of communication that I didn’t know about.
There was only one message that stood out a little after the time I’d seen them, and even that, too, was a bit confusing, but I took screenshots and sent them to myself.
