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I - How did we end up like this?

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"Kiss me."

It wasn't the liquor talking.

It was far more than that.

This pent up sexual frustration between Kevin and Taylor had finally exploded into something inevitable and even if he came to, realizing how wrong all of this was, he wouldn't dare give up this feeling of her body against his.

He placed his hands on her cheeks and finally their lips collided in a forceful kiss, his tongue darting through her bottom lip with ease. She let him in, her soft moan pouring into his mouth as his tongue slid across hers. Hands caressed her sides, sliding underneath the back of her shirt. His nails gently dug into her skin, sending shivers up and down her spine twice over.

It was pure ecstasy.

Every thought of his life back home, his wife especially, faded from his mind. All that mattered was Taylor's body pressed against the bathroom stall of that club.

"Fuck," Kevin mumbled, his cell vibrating in the pocket of his jeans, totally killing his mood.

He wanted nothing more than to fuck her right then and there if it weren't for his wife Morgan calling.

"Let's go," he breathed, staring into Taylor's green eyes- his look so powerful, it was enough to lead her out of the bathroom with him.

They didn't bothering telling their friends they were leaving. It would only bring up suspicions of the two of them leaving together. So they dodged through the crowd, Kevin leading the way out the exit. He hailed a cab and neither one spoke a word the entire ride.

Instead they sat in silence, about to jump outta their skin for one another. Every so often his fingers slithered past her thighs, making it extremely hard for her to control the sounds threatening to spill from her mouth.

Once they pulled up to the hotel entrance, he tossed the driver a twenty while Taylor hopped out.

Kevin wasn't too far behind, his eyes locked in on the blonde beauty parading to the elevators.

He licked his lips, his eyes scanning every inch of her body. He'd been doing that the entire evening; wishing he could peel off that tight, black dress with only his teeth. He could feel his pants tighten while his eyes scanned her tanned legs peeking through the extremely short hem of her dress, his heart racing as he imagined her heels draped over his shoulders.

He needed her.

The weekly run ins at the performance centre, nights out with their group of friends and shameless flirting had finally led to this. She'd set a fire off inside him and it made it a hell of a lot easier doing what he did earlier in the night.

He was sitting at their group's table with Breeze and Rollins, the trio pissing themselves laughing at Dean who'd gotten dragged onto the dance floor by Renee. But his eyes shifted to the blonde moving and grinding between Paige and Becky.

Taylor was mesmerizing, even without the booze. He was imagining her body up against his, and it was driving him absolutely crazy.

"Come find me."

He didn't take too long, weaving in and out of the crowd. He pulled her from her friends, the two of them too drunk to notice she was gone.

That's when he tried to kiss her, forgetting they were out in the open. So she pulled him by the hand, leading them to the bathroom just awhile ago.

At the hotel, not a word was spoken in the elevator or down the hall to his room. But once he slipped that card into the slot and kicked open the door, his mouth was on hers and her legs wrapped around his waist.

He carried her to the bed, throwing her down onto the crisp white sheets. He crawled in between her legs, pinning her hands above her head. Her eyes opened for a second, the night's sky peering into the room from the opened drapes. But her eyes closed once his fingers slipped past the hem of her dress, slowly dancing along her inner thigh, circling round and round. She let out a sigh followed by a moan, her legs quivering from the overwhelming sensation.

"Don't move," he muttered, letting her hands go. His own hands grabbed the bottom of her dress, slowly sliding it over her body, revealing gorgeous, smooth skin he wanted his mouth all over.

His lips nibbled her neck, down her chest, capturing her nipples along the way as his tongue glided down her stomach. She was completely over the edge as his tongue lingered around her opening, teasing.

He devoured her, sending her body into shock as she lay at his will.

She moaned, her hand nearly covering her mouth.

"Let it out," he said, moving her hand away.

But he wasn't getting her off that easy. He left her on the bed, reeling from the sensation as he dug into his wallet to retrieve a condom. He undressed, returning to his place between her legs again. He slipped his condom on, sliding into her painfully slow. His head fell back, a satisfied moan escaping his lips. He'd imagined this feeling for so long and here he was, sliding in and out of this beautiful creature.

That alone could have made him reach the brink of insanity. But he quickly lay on the bed, pointing for her to come close.

"Fuck me," he said, holding out his hand. She willingly grabbed it, positioning herself overtop him. Once her hips crashed against his, taking in every inch of him, he couldn't hold back. He groaned, the motion of her rolling hips making his salivate.

She arched her back and he grabbed her breasts, sure he was nearing the end.

He felt her tighten around him and his hand quickly found her most sensitive spot, circling so they came together- their loud moans filling the room and probably the one next to them.

There was no going back and why would he even bother?

Because he cheated?

No.

He'd just had the best sex he had in months.

His selfishness meant nothing and married or not, he didn't care who he was hurting.

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"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" Kevin asked.

Taylor nodded, slowly backing away from Dean and Renee who were planted in front of a monitor watching the beginning of the night's show.

It was the night after Kevin and Taylor fucked and she really wasn't expecting much of a conversation to follow.

She figured it was just a hit it and leave it kind of deal.

Taylor knew he was married… He had kids he'd talk endlessly about for Christ sake.

And he cheated.

And she was the other women.

She felt sick just thinking about it, just really thinking about it.

But she wasn't as drunk as they both thought. Neither was he. They both knew just exactly what the hell they were doing. The flirting and the glances shared between each other leading up to last night was anything other than friendly.

She could have stopped herself from leading him to the back of the club to fuck.

Hell, she could have shot him down a couple weeks before when whatever this was began to brew between them at the performance centre.

But she didn't. She couldn't, because for some reason she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.

He led her down the hall, finding a spot away from anyone behind a closed door. They piled into an empty dressing room, searching out the room for anyone first.

"So," he began, trailing off as he didn't even know where to begin.

The night before was such a whirlwind that he was still at a loss for words.

"Last night..." She mumbled.

"Yeah, that's why I wanted to talk to you."

"Was that supposed to happen?"

He nodded. "Yeah... Well I wanted it to."

He was sure of it.

"Look, I don't wanna come between you and your wife," she said, her eyes cemented to the ground as guilt burrowed in her stomach, "But I already have."

Kevin had such a faraway look in his eyes, like he didn't even know who she was even talking about.

"It's uh… It's complicated with her," was all he could really say.

"And now it's complicated with us," she whispered, feeling like their friendship was hanging in some freaky taboo limbo.

"I don't want it to be like that," he said, his fingers brushing against her check.

She sighed, leaning into his touch.

"I took you back last night for a reason."

"One night stand?" She asked.

He shook his head. "No."

Slowly he leaned in, kissing her.

"Kevin," she whispered, his hands immediately on either side of her cheeks as he kissed her lips again.

"What's this supposed to be?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly, letting her out of his grip to lean against the wall.

"So what now?" She sighed.

"I wanna see you again."

"You do?"

She felt stupid for even asking... It was like him leading her to an empty room and kissing her wasn't convincing enough.

"Yeah I do."

"Okay."

She accepted that she was going to be his side piece... Maybe for just one more night. Or many more to come.

"We're at the same hotel aren't we?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay... I'll see you after the show."

With that he kissed her again, the two standing in the middle of the room with their foreheads pressed against each other's, eyes closed.

This is what their friendship had led to- a secret affair behind everyones backs, his wife's especially.

They left the room, one after another, each walking in different directions of the arena left with the idea of this "relationship" of sorts they had just established.