The rest of the workday passed in a haze. I could still feel Richard inside me, his c*m slowly leaking into my panties as I sat through meetings and pretended to be focused. Every shift in my chair reminded me of what we’d done in the parking garage. By the time I got home that evening, I was exhausted, and drowning in guilt.
Michael greeted me at the door with his usual warm smile and a kiss.
“Hey babe! How was your day?” he asked, pulling me into a hug.
“Long,” I said, leaning into him. “Really long.”
He rubbed my back gently. “Poor thing. I have good news though. Dad called earlier. He’s going to be in town for a big project and needs a place to stay while some repairs are done on his apartment. I told him he could crash here for a few weeks. Hope that’s okay?”
I froze in his arms.
