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Here's a special surprise 1105 update of Illicit Affairs! Also, make sure you check out my special 1105 Fic, New York, New York!
Also, make sure you read Chapter 5 of this story! I posted on Sunday evening as normal, but something was up with FF and it didn't display the update. :/
A couple of days later, Hanna found herself standing on Caleb's doorstep, impatiently waiting for him to answer, for the second time that week. She had worked really, really hard to stay away. At least, for the first couple of days. And then her willpower had crumbled as her body ached for him yet again, and she decided she needed to have him again. And probably again after that.
Caleb smirked at her as soon as he opened the door.
"You know," he started smugly, and she knew she wasn't going to like the words that came out of his mouth next. "You look just like the woman I had in my bed a few nights ago. But when she left, she insisted that she was never going to sleep with me, ever again, so I just know you can't be her."
She rolled her eyes as she swept past him and let herself into his house.
"So you just couldn't get enough of me, could you?" he asked arrogantly.
She could feel herself blush slightly. It was completely true. There was just something about Caleb Rivers that turned her sex drive into that of a sixteen-year-old boy's, and she couldn't seem to stay away from him.
"As much as it absolutely kills me to say this - no, apparently I cannot get enough of you," she replied. "I want you," she murmured, running her perfectly manicured hand down his hard chest and ghosting it over his crotch.
"I must say, I absolutely love hearing those words come out of your perfect little mouth," he smirked at her. "But, we went over this last time you showed up at my house begging for me: I don't get involved with women who have husbands. Too complicated."
"It's not that complicated," she argued, her voice low. "I want you, and I know you want me. What's so complicated about that?"
He likes the way she thinks.
"Well, when you put it that way..." he trailed off. He really did want her. Badly.
She smiled suggestively as he appeared to give in to her, much more easily than she was expecting, actually.
"I suppose I can make an exception, just one more time," he told her. "But I do have one condition."
She tilted her head, looking up at him quizzically.
"You follow my rules," he said. "If you really want me so badly, then you have to do exactly what I say. I think it's about time I get to have some fun of my own with you," he informed her with a wide grin.
"I think I can work with that," she said, nodding slowly. "But I don't do anal!" she added quickly, frowning.
He laughed in response. She was seriously adorable.
"That's not at all what I was thinking, babe, so I think I can work with that," he echoed her previous statement. "Meet me in my room, I'll be right there."
"We get to start in the bedroom this time?" she retorted. "How fancy."
He chuckled, thinking back to their previous sexual encounters, most of which had not taken place in a bed.
"Only the best for you," he smirked at her, running his hand down her back and squeezing her ass before she made her way to his bedroom.
"You know," he called out to her just as she was about to open his bedroom door. "If you keep coming 'round here, eventually I might be able to fuck some of the uptight-ness out of you."
Caleb went and settled Brody for the night, making sure he wouldn't be a distraction from his plans with Hanna.
When Caleb walked into his bedroom a couple of minutes later, Hanna was already lying on the bed, her shoes kicked off on the floor. She moved to get up as he walked in.
"No, no, you stay right there," he told her. "This view is perfect," he said, admiring the beautiful blonde sprawled out across his bed.
He wanted her badly enough already, and he obviously knew she wanted him, so he didn't want to waste any more time. So he climbed on the bed with her, laying down on top of her, supporting his weight as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. He slanted his mouth over hers, their tongues tangling together as they both took and took and took. Caleb seriously thought he would never get tired of kissing her. But then he remembered that he had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do whatever he wanted to the gorgeous woman beneath him, and he pulled away, making her groan.
He pulled her shirt over her head, as she lifted her arms to help him take it off. He stared down at her, at her full breasts spilling out of the ridiculously hot deep purple lace bra she was wearing. He wanted those breasts out, in full view, so he reached under her to unclasp it before pulling it off of her shoulders. He stared down at her again; he seriously thought she had the most insane body.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Han," he murmured, making her blush. Caleb had told her she was hot, sexy, but never 'gorgeous.'
He leaned in to place hot, wet kisses along her jawline, down her neck, sucking and biting at her pulse point, making sure to leave a dark love bite. She moaned as he set her skin on fire.
"You like that, do you?" he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.
"Mmmhmm," she confirmed, exhaling deeply.
He left a trail of kisses across her chest, before focusing all of his attention on one of her perfect breasts, taking her sensitive nipple in his mouth as his tongue explored it. Her back arched off the bed as she felt the heat pooling between her thighs.
"Oh, Caleb," she whimpered.
He moved on to give the same attention to her other breast, as her hands came down and grasped his shoulders.
"Hey!" he objected. "Hands off. My rules, remember?"
She retracted her hands, laying back fully again with a little smile.
Next, he trailed his lips down her stomach, his tongue flicking out to swirl around her belly button.
It took everything in her not to grab his head, tangle her fingers in his dark hair, and drag his face back to hers so she could kiss the living daylights out of him.
He ran his hands down her arms, tickling her lightly.
Then, he began to pull down her skirt agonizingly slowly, leaving wet kisses down each of her inner thighs as new skin was revealed from under the fabric of the skirt.
She pushed her hips up, forcing her centre towards him, hoping he would give in. He didn't.
He placed a kiss on each of her ankles as he finally pulled her skirt off of her legs. As soon as his head came back up towards her midsection, she reached for his shirt to pull it off. He was wearing far too many clothes for her liking.
He grabbed her wrists roughly, holding them away from him.
"Han - my way. Remember?"
She groaned as she threw her head back again. She just wanted to touch him.
"Do I need to tie you to the bed to get you to follow the rules?" he teased her.
That thought turned her on way more than it should have.
"Maybe," she giggled. "Just to be safe. I'm not sure I can keep my hands off of you," she smirked at him.
He pulled back, sitting up to look down at her.
"So that's what you're into?" he asked incredulously, raising his eyebrows at her.
She giggled again. Truthfully, she had never done anything even remotely kinky. In high school and college, all the guys were just desperate for a quick lay, getting off as fast as they could before kicking her out. Her first boyfriend was the minister's son, and she practically had to force herself on him to even get him to have sex with her at all. There was definitely no kink going on with Sean. And Jordan would never go for anything like that. But there was something about the idea of Caleb tying her up that sounded amazing.
"You stay right there," he instructed her. "Do not move."
"Okay," she sighed contently as she stretched out on the bed. Letting Caleb do whatever he wanted to her was a major turn-on; she didn't want to be anywhere else right now.
He walked over to his closet, and returned a few seconds later with a tie, one of the approximately two ties that he owned.
She grinned at him as he grabbed her wrists again, using the tie to secure them to one of the rungs of the headboard.
He stared down at her, feeling his cock straining against his jeans as he took in the stunning blonde, hands held above her head, tied to his headboard, wearing only a tiny lace thong the exact same shade of purple as the bra he had removed from her earlier.
"You know," he whispered in her ear. "For the sweet, innocent, perfect golden girl of Rosewood, you are a naughty, naughty girl, Hanna Hobart. What would your husband think if he saw us right now?" he asked, making her giggle again. He had to admit, being with Hanna was making him rethink his rule against married women. There was just something about the sneaking around, and being able to turn another man's woman on like this, that was making this even more enjoyable for him. He loved the fact that her husband was away, completely oblivious to what was going on behind his back, while his perfect little wife was here, with him, in his bed, begging for him, her limbs tangled with his, wet for him, moaning his name, and making his dick rock hard.
"I don't give a fuck," she said honestly, staring up at him, eyes half-lidded, biting her lip (in the sexiest way possible, Caleb thought.) It was true. She knew she would probably feel guilty in the morning, but right now, with Caleb on top of her, she didn't have it in her to even give Jordan a second thought. She was tired of being perfect all the time. Perfect wife, perfect daughter, perfect friend. She was tired of trying so hard. She wanted to do something for herself for once. And Caleb definitely qualified as such.
"You are my kind of woman, Hanna."
With that, he pressed two fingers against her centre, feeling the lace of her panties completely soaked through already.
"You're so wet for me, baby," he breathed out, making her moan as he applied more pressure.
He wanted to feel her, really feel her, so he tugged her panties down, sliding them over her ankles before they dropped to the floor.
"Spread your legs," he murmured, encouraging them apart.
He settled himself comfortably between her legs as he went back to kissing her neck, his hands ghosting across her smooth skin.
She could feel the ache between her legs, even more intense now - she needed him inside of her. She attempted to clench her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure, but Caleb wasn't having it.
"You're not very good at following rules, are you?" he asked rhetorically. "I said, spread your legs."
He forced her legs apart again as she whimpered, before settling his head between them and pushing his tongue up into her.
"Shit, Caleb," she hissed as his tongue made her feel incredible things while his thumb circled her clit to stimulate her further.
Hanna bucked her hips involuntarily as Caleb's tongue slid in and out of her. She leaned back and closed her eyes, just trying to appreciate all of the sensations he was making her feel.
When she felt his tongue come out of her, and not go back in, she opened her eyes, sitting up, as much as she could, at least, before Caleb's lips were suddenly on hers again.
"I think...that...you're wearing...too many clothes," she told him between kisses, a devilish smile on her face as he pulled back. "You should probably take them off now." She wanted him naked, she wanted to feel his bare chest against hers, she wanted his arousal pressing against her.
He hesitated, not looking convinced. He liked being the one with all the power.
"The sooner you're naked, the sooner you get to fuck me," she pointed out.
Damn, she was good.
He felt all the blood rush south with her words, so he pulled away from her just long enough to tug his shirt over his head, and slip his jeans off, before he was kissing her again, and running two digits along her slick slit, before dipping them inside, massaging her clit excruciatingly slowly as she moaned into his mouth.
"Caleb," she said breathlessly. "Enough...enough of the teasing, okay? I need you to fuck me," she managed to say between deep breaths. As much as she was enjoying the sinfully incredible things his tongue and fingers were doing to her, she was desperate to have him inside of her again.
"Oh, is that what you want?" he feigned innocence. "All you had to do was ask," he smirked at her as he increased the pace of his fingers, pumping them in and out, curling them around that bundle of nerves that sent sparks shooting straight through her entire body.
She moaned again, grinding her hips against his hand, trying to create as much friction as possible.
Despite the fact that his cock was already straining against his boxers painfully hard, he loved seeing Hanna in this state, loved the fact that he was the one to get her in this state, so he wanted to drag it out as long as possible.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, placing kisses all over, and sucking on the sensitive skin, while she felt closer and closer to exploding.
"Caleb, I'm getting really clo-ose," she whimpered, her breath hitching on the last word.
"Not yet, you're not," he retorted. He wasn't about to let her cum before he had even gotten to feel her around him. Maybe he had tried to drag it out a little too long.
So with that, he rid himself of his last remaining article of clothing before he grabbed her hips firmly, holding her steady, as he drove into her, so roughly and so deep, that she screamed as her body was struck by an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain.
He stilled once she screamed, his cock buried deep inside of her.
"If you don't keep it down, my neighbors are going to overhear and think I'm holding you hostage and torturing you or something," he muttered, brushing a loose strand of hair from her sweaty face and tucking it behind her ear.
"You are torturing me," she shot back.
"Hey," he objected. "You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, Princess. I guess if you didn't want me so badly, then you wouldn't have agreed to this."
"Would you just shut up and kiss me already?" she groaned. She absolutely loved the feeling of his lips on hers, loved the way he tasted, and she missed it already.
She got what she wanted. He leaned in to kiss her passionately, their tongues exploring each others' mouths that were now becoming quite familiar to the other. And as he kissed her, he began thrusting in and out of her, finding a steady rhythm, as she moved her hips in time with his.
He grabbed onto the rungs of the headboard, giving him more momentum as he drove into her over and over again.
Her hands strained against the tie; all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him as tightly as she could and hold him as close to her as humanly possible.
Instead, she ran her foot up the back of his bare calf, teasing him as much as she could given her lack of mobility.
"Shit, Han," he moaned into her mouth. He knew he would never get tired of the feeling of her around his dick. She was hot and tight and wet and just perfect.
He suddenly grabbed both of her legs and positioned them on his shoulders, and as he thrust into her again, Hanna gasped at the new depth. Every single time she thought that sex with Caleb Rivers couldn't possibly get any better, he proved her wrong.
She could already tell she was going to be sore again tomorrow - just like after their first time together - but she didn't mind. She wouldn't be surprised if she couldn't even walk the next day, but she knew she wouldn't care. The pleasure he made her feel was so intense, so overpowering, that it made everything else that went along with that pleasure completely worth it.
"Holy shit, Caleb," she moaned. "Faster! Please, Caleb, faster! " she encouraged, craving even more, just like she always did when she was with him. "Keep going, don't stop!" she panted. "Fuck, that's good! Shit, Caleb, that feels incredible!"
He grasped fistfuls of bedsheet tightly as he slammed into her, while she bit down on her lip, hard, trying to muffle all of the noises she was so close to making.
When she opened her eyes, his were locked on hers, and she couldn't seem to look away. It was like there was some kind of force keeping their gazes locked together, and it felt almost...intimate. Despite the fact that she was tied up and he was pounding into her - there was nothing even remotely romantic about this - she couldn't help but feeling like the way they couldn't stop staring into each other's eyes might have...meant something.
After what somehow felt like hours of the most intense pleasure imaginable, yet, at the same time, just seconds, Hanna could feel herself getting closer and closer to an incredible release. She moaned as she tightened herself around him, making him groan as his hands tangled in her hair roughly, tugging slightly.
"Caleb," she gasped, slamming her eyes closed again as he thrust into her roughly a few more times, his movements more sloppy now, as he was getting close, too.
As soon as felt the familiar sensation of her letting go, he tensed, trying to make the feeling of being right on the edge last as long as possible. But as soon as she squeezed herself around him again, he followed suit, spilling himself inside of her.
He rested his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath, chests heaving, pressing a hard kiss against her lips.
After they had both come down from their highs, he pulled out of her, groaning as he rolled over on his side.
"Can you untie me now?" Hanna broke the silence. "I need to touch you."
He laughed as he reached up to undo the knot that was holding her in that position. As soon as her hands were free, she climbed on top of him, straddling him, her long blonde hair creating a veil around them, running her hands all over his body - through his hair, over his toned shoulders, across his bare chest, down his arms - before she grasped his length, playing with him a bit before letting him go.
"Do you wanna know a secret?" she murmured, a delicious smirk across her face.
All he could do was nod. He couldn't take his eyes off of her incredible naked body that was hovering above him, her legs spread around him.
She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I think I'm in love with your cock."
With that comment, he rolled them over again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinning as she pulled him down to kiss her again, infinitely grateful that she had full use of her hands this round. (Although, she definitely had not minded how the last round had turned out.)
Caleb nibbled on her lower lip, and when she moaned into his mouth, he took the opportunity to sneak his tongue inside, loving the way she tasted as he hungrily explored her.
He was amazed at how hard he was again already, but Hanna Hobart drove him absolutely crazy, and his body reacted to her in completely new and unexpected ways.
He pulled away to place a trail of kisses along her collarbone, and Hanna gripped his bare ass as he positioned himself to enter her again, her fingers digging into flesh while they both groaned as they became one again.
For the next several weeks, Hanna fell into a pattern, a dangerous pattern. Every time Jordan would come home from a trip, Hanna would adamantly tell herself that nothing could happen between her and Caleb again. She couldn't keep putting her marriage in jeopardy and betraying her husband in the worst way possible. But then, as soon as he left, she would find herself naked and sweaty, tangled up in bedsheets with Caleb again, letting him have his way with her over and over and over again, screaming his name as he made her feel pleasure she didn't even know was possible.
She didn't consider it an affair, or, at least, that's what she told herself to feel better about cheating on her husband. She was just satisfying her needs while her husband was away and unable to; it's not like she and Caleb talked about their feelings, it's not like she actually felt something for him. (Unless you counted the intense heat she would feel pooling between her legs every time she was near him.)
"Brody!" Hanna called out as Caleb opened his front door and the golden retriever came running out to the doorstep to greet her, jumping up onto her. "Hi, buddy! Oh, I missed you, too."
Once he had gotten off of her, running across the living room into the kitchen to his food bowl, Caleb pulled Hanna in to give her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Hey, you," he smiled at her. "How are you?"
"Okay," she said simply as she followed him into the living room.
"Just okay?" he asked. "Well, I'm about to make you feel a whole lot better," he said with his cocky smirk that she had once found annoying, but which she was now beginning to find more than a little endearing. He pulled her close, resting his hands on her ass.
"Well here's the thing," she began. "I'm not feeling well, so I'm not really in the mood for sex." She had gotten her period that afternoon, and she just wasn't into sex on her period, especially not the first couple of days when she was crampy and bloated. "But for some strange reason, I still had the urge to come over here. I think I maybe, sort of, don't actually hate spending time with you," she admitted nervously. They had never hung out without sex before. Sure, they had talked, watched TV, hung out with Brody, did some other things sometimes, but that was always just before or after sex.
"So what do you say? Will you keep me company tonight even if you can't sleep with me?" she asked hopefully.
He took his hands off of her ass, pulling away slightly.
"Sorry, Han, but no sex? That's…not really what I signed up for," he told her.
"Oh. Um, okay," she said awkwardly, trying to hide her disappointment and hurt. She hadn't seriously expected him to turn her down. "I guess I'll just…see you another time then." She turned and started walking towards his front door, trying to get away from this humiliating situation as quickly as possible.
"Hanna!" he called out after her, laughing. "Come back! Jesus, woman, I was kidding!"
She stopped, confused, turning to face him but not walking back towards him, so he walked over and met her just inside the door.
"Han," he grabbed her hands. "Is that seriously what you think of me? You really thought I would make you leave just because you didn't want to have sex with me?"
"Well, that's what it seemed like!" she exclaimed. "That was mean," she informed him, pouting.
"It was mean," he agreed, leaning in to place a gentle kiss against her lips, erasing the pout. "I'm sorry. But I actually don't hate hanging out with you, either, so I would love for you to stay. We can just order a pizza and watch a movie or something."
"I think I'd like that," she said quietly, smiling up at him. "And we can still make out!" she added.
"I think I'd like that," he echoed her, smiling at her, a real, genuine smile, not his signature smirk. "What kind of pizza do you like?"
"I'm good with cheese," she told him.
"Okay, I'm gonna go order it then; make yourself comfortable, and think about what movie you wanna watch."
"Oo, you're even letting me pick?" she asked excitedly.
"Of course," he pecked her on the lips again before making his way into the kitchen and calling the pizza place.
When he came back out, she was sitting on his couch, her legs tucked up underneath her, Brody lying next to her, in the middle of the couch. She had the remote in her hand, clicking through the Netflix offerings.
"So I have a movie, but I don't think you're gonna like it," she laughed. "But you told me I could pick!" she reminded him.
"I will watch whatever you want to watch," he told her, sitting down on the other side of Brody, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"'The Notebook' it is!" she said excitedly.
"Why am I not surprised by that at all?" he laughed, shaking his head.
"That's what you get for letting me pick," she sing-songed. "It's my favorite movie!"
"Of course it is," he laughed again, but she was really freaking cute when she was all excited like this, so he wasn't actually upset about it.
Hanna paused the movie when the pizza arrived and Caleb went to go pay for it. (She didn't want him to miss any of the drama!)
Brody tried desperately to get one of them to share their pizza with him.
At some point during the movie, Brody had left, and, Hanna wasn't really sure how it happened, but they had closed the space between them. Hanna was now curled up into Caleb's side, her legs still tucked under her, her knees hanging over his lap, and Caleb had his hand resting on her lower thigh, his thumb stroking her knee tenderly.
Caleb kept making comments about the movie, while Hanna furiously defended it. ("This is so unrealistic!" "No, actually, it's really beautiful!" or "Come on, she doesn't actually want to go out with him, he forced her to!" "Well she just didn't know she wanted to go out with him. But once she did, she realized how amazing he is!") Hanna would not tolerate anyone making fun of her favorite movie.
And at the end of the movie, Hanna cried, just like she always did. Except it was even worse than usual, seeing as she was on her period and extra emotional.
Caleb put his arm around her and attempted to comfort her as she sobbed, trying not to laugh as he picked up fragments of sentences through her tears. ("…so beautiful…epic love story…soul mates…fall in love all over again…")
"Oh my gosh, that was amazing," Hanna sighed as the credits rolled.
"Have you not seen this movie a hundred times already?" Caleb asked, laughing.
"Well, it just gets better and better every time!" she informed him.
"Wow, now I'm really emotional, though," she added, pointing out the obvious. "Do you have any chocolate?" she asked Caleb sweetly. Between crying her eyes out, and period cravings, she could really use something sweet.
"I think I have something you might like," he told her, getting up and walking back into his kitchen.
He came back with two pints of Ben & Jerry's and two spoons.
"Chunky Monkey or Phish Food?" he asked her, holding them both up.
"Ooo," she squealed excitedly. "Um, Chunky Monkey!"
He handed her the ice cream and the spoon, and sat back down with her on the sofa.
She scrolled through Netflix again, before putting on a random episode of The Office. She needed something light and fluffy after the emotional roller coaster that was "The Notebook."
They both laughed hysterically at the same parts, as she curled up close to him again.
When Brody realized they had food again, he came running back over to them.
"Sorry, bud, but you can't have chocolate, it'll hurt your tummy," Hanna told him apologetically, holding her ice cream out of reach. "But maybe if you ask really nicely, your dad will go get you one of your treats."
She smiled sweetly at Caleb, who couldn't resist the sweet faces of her and his dog, so he went back to the kitchen to grab a treat for Brody.
When he came back, he caught Hanna sneaking a spoonful of his Phish Food.
"Hey, hey, hey!" he called out to her as he gave Brody his treat. "You have your own, missy."
"I just wanted a taste!" Hanna giggled as he sat back down.
"Well then I want a taste of yours," he retorted, grinning at her.
"Fine," she said, getting a spoonful of Chunky Monkey on her spoon and quickly shoving it in his mouth.
"Hey!" he objected.
"Sorry," she told him sweetly, before surprising him and kissing him. He swallowed quickly, but she could still taste the chocolate on his tongue. She deepened the kiss, letting her tongue explore his hot mouth, when she felt him reach behind her and pull her onto his lap so she was straddling him.
"You told me we could still make out," he reminded her, murmuring against her lips, resting his hands on her ass.
She tangled her hands in his hair, tugging lightly, deepening the kiss once again.
She moaned into his mouth as his hands massaged various parts of her body, their Ben & Jerry's left, forgotten, on the coffee table.
The next morning, Caleb walked through his front door to a sight that he thoroughly enjoyed. Hanna was sitting on the couch in his living room, wearing his T-shirt, and the tiniest little pair of pajama shorts he had ever seen, her lean legs on full display, resting on the coffee table, Brody laying across her lap as she stroked his fur, her eyes locked on the television. This was most definitely something he could get used to. His girl, looking like that, with his dog, who adored her.
He quickly shook the thought from his head, though. No, she was not his girl, he corrected himself. She was someone else's girl, and he was just somehow fortunate enough to get to enjoy the best parts of her.
She looked up as she heard the door open and close.
"Hey, you," she greeted him. "Where'd you run off to?"
"I went and got us some breakfast," he replied. "Coffee and bagels." He glanced at the television. "Cartoons, Han? Really? I didn't peg you for the type; you seem way too sophisticated for that."
"Well, I like them," she defended, getting up and following him into the kitchen.
"What kind of coffee did you get me?" she tested him.
"Iced with vanilla syrup and a splash of oat milk," he answered confidently.
"And what kind of bagel?" she tried again.
"Cinnamon sugar with strawberry cream cheese."
"Damn, you're good," she said. "You pass the test."
"What's my prize?" he asked, grinning at her.
"Me, of course," she answered, leaning in to kiss him passionately, feeling his hands run up the back of her legs, resting just underneath her ass.
"Okay, but now I'm really hungry," she told him as she pulled away, sitting down at the table and unwrapping her bagel.
"I took Brody for his walk while you were gone," she informed him. When she had gone outside, she had noticed that her Range Rover was missing, while his Jeep was still there. "Did you take my car this morning?" she asked curiously. She didn't mind, she was just confused.
"Uh, yeah," he answered hesitantly, sounding almost nervous. "I, uh, filled your gas and got your oil changed."
What?! Who was this guy, and what had he done with the asshole she had met on Veronica Hastings' campaign?
"Oh my gosh," she exclaimed. "You didn't have to do that." Even her own husband didn't do things like that for her. Sure, he would send someone to do it, but he had never done it himself.
"I just wanted to help you out, do something nice for you," he told her. "Because you do so many nice things for me." He winked at her.
"Well, that is so sweet. Thank you," she said genuinely, leaning in to kiss him again as an additional thank you.
"So what's on your agenda for today?" he asked, changing the subject. He wasn't the kind of guy that did things for praise and wasn't really comfortable with it; he just genuinely wanted to help her out.
"Not much, why?" she replied.
"I was thinking we could hang out again today, if that's okay with you. Last night was actually pretty fun. Even without sex."
"Well, what did you have in mind?" she asked eagerly. She knew she shouldn't be this excited to spend the day with a man who was not her husband, but she couldn't help the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.
"I'm sure we can figure something out," he answered vaguely.
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