Alec's POV
The next morning I waited like a predator in the shadows of my own backyard, watching through the fence slats as Mark’s car finally backed out of the driveway at 7:45 sharp. He looked tired, same as always—tie crooked, coffee in hand, oblivious to the fact that his wife had been leaking my c*m down her thighs while she slept beside him last night.
My c**k had been hard since the second I woke up. I’d jerked off twice in the shower thinking about Louisa’s tight, married p***y clenching around me, the way she’d moaned my name while her husband snored upstairs. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until I had her again, properly this time. In their bed. Where she belonged to him on paper and to me in every way that mattered.
I gave it ten minutes after his taillights d
