Chapter 7: Caught in the act

Lying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling, replaying Sandra's offer over and over in my head. A hundred grand in a month. It was tempting too tempting.

But the timing? That was the problem.

School was still in session, and disappearing for a month would raise questions. That's where Angela came in.

If I played my cards right, she'd cover for me.

But to make sure she did, I had to give her everything.

I grabbed my phone from the table and dialed her number.

She answered on the first ring. Desperate.

"Frank," she whispered, her voice already dripping with hunger.

I smirked. "Miss me?"

"You have no idea."

I let my voice drop lower, slow and teasing. "I was just lying in bed, thinking about the way you were moaning for me this morning."

She let out a soft whimper. "God, Frank… You're making me wet already."

"Then I guess I better not keep you waiting."

Angela's voice dropped to a whisper, sultry and urgent. "I've left my husband and kids at home. Meet me at my office. Thirty minutes."

I shook my head, grinning. This woman.

Thirty minutes later, I was at her office door.

I stepped inside and froze.

Angela was already naked, lying on her desk, her legs slightly spread, her body glistening under the dim office light.

My cock twitched instantly.

She bit her lip. "Lock the door."

I did.

Then I was on her, my lips crashing into hers, my hands roaming every inch of her soft, eager body.

She moaned into my mouth, wrapping her legs around me as I teased her, my fingers exploring her slick heat.

"Frank, please," she whimpered, her body trembling. "I need you inside me."

I smirked. "Beg for it."

Her breath hitched. "I need you, Frank. Please fill me up."

I didn't make her wait any longer.

With one deep thrust, I buried myself inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into my back.

I started slow, savoring the way she clenched around me. But soon, I couldn't hold back.

I gripped her thighs and fucked her relentlessly, each thrust pulling more moans, more screams from her lips.

"Frank—oh God—yes!"

Fifteen minutes in, Angela had already cum multiple times. Her body was shaking, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

"Your turn," she panted, pushing me onto the chair.

She straddled me, sliding down onto my length, rolling her hips with practiced precision.

She was good. But not better than Sandra.

Still, I let her have her moment.

I groaned, gripping her ass, watching as she lost herself in pleasure. But after a few minutes, I was done letting her lead.

I stood up, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist.

"F-Frank!" she gasped as I held her up, thrusting into her with powerful strokes.

She screamed with each thrust, her nails clawing at my shoulders.

I kept going until she was a panting, trembling mess.

Then I flipped her onto her hands and knees.

Doggy—my favorite.

The moment I entered her from behind, she lost it.

"Oh fuck—oh fuck!"

Her body rocked with every deep thrust, her screams echoing through the office. I grabbed her hips and went harder, deeper, her moans turning into helpless cries.

Minutes later, we both came, our bodies collapsing onto the desk.

Sweaty. Breathless. Satisfied.

We cleaned up, fixing ourselves before sitting down for a quick chat.

I needed an excuse. A way to disappear without questions.

I leaned back, exhaling. "Angela… I need a favor."

She arched a brow, sipping from her water bottle. "What kind of favor?"

I sighed. "My aunt is sick. I need to go take care of her for a month."

Her face softened. "Oh no. Is she okay?"

"She will be," I lied. "But I need you to cover for me at school."

Angela hesitated. "A whole month?"

I nodded. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

She pursed her lips, then smirked. "On one condition."

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

She leaned in, biting her lip. "Stay with me every night until you leave."

I chuckled. "Knew that was coming."

She grinned. "So… deal?"

I leaned in, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to her lips. "Deal."

She smiled. "Good."

Just as we stood up to leave

The door swung open.

Angela's face paled.

I turned slowly

And there he was.

Her husband.

Standing in the doorway.

Silent.

Expression unreadable.

Angela inhaled sharply. "J-James…?"

Shit.