I was lying in bed and breathing pretty hard. Sweat was pouring from my face and I took a long drink from the cup of ice water that I keep next to my bed. Kay, the girl whom I had just slept with, was lying across my chest with her bare breasts pressed against me.She asked for some water and I passed the cup, then I continued to look at the ceiling and catch my breath.
"Whatcha thinking about ?" Kay asked as she snuggled her face against my chest.
"How exhausted I'm going to be at work tomorrow." I said with a small grin.
Kay giggled and traced her finger around my abdomen. Her hand went lower,and of course, that led to another round.
It was 5 a.m. and my alarm was buzzing from my phone. Time to get up and get ready. Kay had left at some point while I was sleeping, which was a normal occurrence. My body was still tickling with physical pleasure and I couldn't help but feel like a stud. Kay was absolutely gorgeous. She had a soft voluptuous figure with several tattoos on her back and thighs. She also the face of an angel and was no doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever slept with. Every time we got together, my ego shot through the roof and I felt like the baddest man on the planet.
But these feelings were always attached to a solid underlying blanket of guilt. As fun as the sexy nights were, I always knew deep down that it was wrong. I knew this, because Kay was married.
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Mystery / ThrillerNever sleep with a married woman. That's what Peter Stout is about to find out the hard way. But he has no idea about how deep the rabbit hole is going go.
