AJ got home and stood against the closed front door, head leaned back against it as she shut her eyes. She had no idea what was worse, the fact that she had just broken every promise she made to her husband, or the fact she enjoyed every single second of it, and longed to feel the dangerous cop in her grip again.

She was ashamed of herself. She was in a loving committed relationship, and she had kissed another man. How was she ever going to tell Jamie? She wouldn't. She wouldn't tell him. There was no possible way for her to explain to him that she kissed their new neighbour of just two weeks.

And it was just that, Punk was just so enticing, that even just two weeks of him had left her in a flustering mess. His gaze into her eyes, and his fingertips lacing through her hair whilst he devoured her with love she didn't think he was capable of giving. He tasted heavenly, and she desperately wanted more. She couldn't believe she was saying that, but she did.

She loved her husband… that's all she could repeat in her head to shift the thoughts of Phil. She'd been with Jamie since she was practically a teenager. They'd had a wonderful journey, and now, a year into marriage, she was off giving herself to other men. She couldn't let this destroy her marriage. She just had to forget about him. But oh, how she didn't want to. How she wanted to be in the hands of Punk, feel his touch and his skin, she got a tingling sensation below just thinking about what it would be like to feel him, all of him. Surely that wasn't normal? Why was he so irresistible to her? She had to forget about him. He was just a neighbour. He couldn't destroy her and Jamie's marriage. Not unless she encouraged it…

The next morning, Punk headed off to work. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss he shared with AJ. It was nothing like he'd felt before. There was passion and meaning to it. He'd never felt that with a girl before. She felt great to hold, and her lips… those lips were amazing. He did feel a tad guilty for kissing a woman who already belonged to another man, but she didn't do much to stop him, which told him right away, that the relationship she told him about, the amazing and wonderful relationship she had with her husband, wasn't all that amazing and wonderful. She looked like she hadn't been treated to a date, or a night out, or a special, passionate night in years. He wondered what they really done in that house?

He had to shift the thoughts of her, as much as it was hard, but he had to get down to business. He did want more of her, he would have undressed her right there in the kitchen, bent her over the table and caressed that sun kissed skin like it was the last thing he was going to touch. But she pushed him away, which was expected.

And what she said, how sweet she was, how comforting she was, it was wonderful. He'd never met a woman who understood him, and he already felt like April did. They'd known each other for two weeks, kissed once and somehow he seemed to feel like he had it all figured out, but he felt like he did…

She wasn't happy… and in a way, neither was he. That kiss, that kiss evolved happiness around them and opened up a new light to both of them, that none had experienced. Whether they could stay away from one another was something they'd have to find out soon. He just wanted to forget about her however, as he did have a job to do.

AJ barely slept at all throughout the night. She tossed and turned, but pretended she was sleeping when Jamie came in at 5am from night shift. She wanted to avoid looking him in the eye at all costs.

She eventually got up and went to the gym right away. She knew when Jamie was on night shift, he usually slept into dinner time, so she didn't have to worry about having to be back to see him. She went to the gym with her friends, Paige and Sasha. They were the only girls she could talk to.

"You did what?!" Sasha shrieked, standing at the lock ups after finishing a work out session, collecting their bags as AJ had confessed what she had done. She trusted her girls. They wouldn't tell a single soul, and she knew that.

"I know." AJ sighed, on the verge of tears, "I know, I'm a terrible human being. But he was just… he gets me." She shook her head.

"AJ..." Paige gasped, "You're going to have to tell Jamie. I mean, you know I never liked the guy, but you have to tell him. If there is one thing I know about him, it's that he loves you, and he has a right to know." Paige said as Sasha disagreed.

"No." Sasha shook her head as AJ turned to her, "No, don't breathe a word to him. You've told us before, April. He has a bad temper. What is he gonna do when you tell him you kissed another guy?"

"He would never hurt me." AJ stated quickly.

"I know." Sasha nodded unconvinced, "But just… forget about the neighbour, pretend it didn't exist and forget about it." She said.

AJ just looked down with guilt, "I enjoyed it." She confessed as he friends looked towards her, "I enjoyed kissing him, and I wanted more, but then I remembered I was married to a man I loved." She sighed.

"AJ." Paige said with shock at her friends words, "You've known this guy for two weeks. You've been with Jamie for ten years. How can you even say what you are saying?" Paige shook her head.

"You don't understand." AJ said, "I feel safe when I'm with him. And the kiss alone, it was just..." She shut her eyes to remember the taste of his lips and the feeling of his body towering over her, "I've never felt anything like it before."

"Someone is gonna get hurt, AJ." Sasha said, "And I really don't want it to be you. What happens when Jamie finds out, and he leaves you? And then this Phil guys turns around and tells you he was just using you for sex? And then you have no one." Sasha said.

"You're thinking way too much about this." AJ shook her head, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she clutched her bottle of water.

"Am I?" Sasha asked, "It seems like you just aren't thinking at all." She added as Paige nodded in agreement.

"You guys are right." AJ nodded, "I'm just gonna ignore last night and move on. I love Jamie. I really do. I don't want anything to come in between us." She told her friends as they nodded, unsure of her words that seemed unconvinced by her own self.

They couldn't control her. But they could advise her that someone would get hurt in this situation that was being played out. If AJ continued down the road she was headed last night with Phil, to the girls… it just seemed like it was AJ who was going to get hurt. And they didn't want that.

AJ got home later on from the gym and a wise discussion with her two friends. They were right. Someone was gonna get hurt, and she didn't want it to be Jamie or her for that matter. Phil… she'd known him five minutes. Her strong, loving feelings for her husband were much more powerful than her feelings for her neighbour. It was obvious…

"Hey, babe. Do you need anything washed? I'm putting on a dark washing." AJ said as Jamie stumbled through the kitchen.

"Yeah. My uniform is in the bathroom upstairs." He told her, cracking his neck from side to side as she looked over at him.

"Can you go get it for me, please?" She asked politely.

"I need to eat. You go get it." He argued back as she huffed.

"I asked you if you wanted me to make you anything to eat about half an hour ago, Jamie." She shook her head.

"I was sleeping then." He retorted, "But now that you're offering again." He smiled, pressing a kiss on her cheek as she moved away.

"I don't know how you expect me to do everything in this house." She spat, shaking her head as he muttered under his breath.

"I don't expect you to do anything. But seeing as I do pay the bills, it would be nice to be respected and appreciated." He said.

"Excuse me." She tilted her head, pausing and looking over at him pouring a glass of orange juice, "I pay the bills too."

"You're gonna make this an argument?" He asked with an obnoxious grin.

"No, because I guess you'd win. Wouldn't you?" She spat, barging by him to go collect more washing from upstairs as he stood in the kitchen, emotionless to his own words.

Later on that night, Jamie had gone off to work again on the nightshirt whilst AJ lay up on the couch, curled into the cushions as she tried her best to ignore how low Jamie had made her feel today. Some days he treated her like a queen, and other days he'd treat her like a slave. But she supposed it served her right for kissing Punk, but that shouldn't have mattered. She was his wife, and he shouldn't have been speaking to her like that.

She couldn't ignore her temptation, and with Jamie's aggravating words still fresh in her mind, it motivated her even more to get up off her couch and make her way across to next door. Her body had been writhing all day, and she supposed it was because she was in need of him again. She didn't care how bad it as anymore, with the disrespect Jamie had shown her today, it just pushed her forward into Punk's arms even more. She wanted to feel him again.

As soon as he opened up the door, she stumbled in and close into his body, wrapping her arms around his neck whilst latching on to his mouth. Finally. It felt like a relief to feel those lips again, and to feel that grip around her sides. She didn't really believe what she was doing. It wasn't who she was. She wasn't a cheater. But oh how he was an exception.

"I knew you'd come back." He lipped against her cheek as their sloppy kissed parted and his lips travelled down to her neck.

He had to admit, he was surprised yet so ready to have her back like this again. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist how right it felt last night to feel him. Tonight he'd let her into his world. He'd introduce her to what real passion was, something she should have experienced, especially if married.

And that was the thing… her marriage with another man meant nothing to him, as cold as he sounded. Her wedding ring that pressed against his cheek whilst she cupped his cheeks, didn't even phase him. In fact, it almost made him feel good. She wasn't getting what she needed from her husband, so she'd come to him for it all.

"Oh god… take me upstairs..." She muttered as he buried his face into the crook of her neck whilst she pulled at his t-shirt, managing to strip it from him, "Oh my..." She looked on at his bright chest, as if she couldn't be turned on any more.

He lifted her up quickly, her legs automatically circling around his waist as he groaned. It wasn't much of a talent to walk upstairs with her clinging to him and kissing him. She was as light as a feather, and her kisses were his ambition to get to the bedroom as quick as he could.

"You sure you wanna do this?" He threw her on the bed as she chuckled, looking up at the ceiling and in that moment, realising she was being the most disloyal woman alive. But what was even more alarming, was that she didn't care one bit. She wanted him.

"Yes." She looked over to him, gripping the hem of her t-shirt, stripping it off as he stood at the bottom of the bed watching her, "Our dirty little secret." She whispered as he pressed one knee into the mattress, collapsing over her as he smirked down on her.

"Our dirty little secret." He nodded. He was completely ready to explore her body and make her shake, show her what it felt like to be taken care of by a real man. Not a little boy.

AJ couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't resist him. He was out of this world. She couldn't be more attracted to another man more than she was to him, and she didn't even care that she was married at this moment in time. She was more interested in his hands sneaking behind her back to unclasp her bra. This was the littlest of control she'd ever had in her life, and she oddly loved it. Leaving it all in the hands of a man who she knew very little about, but was sure of one thing, they were made to connect like this.

"Oh! Oh yes… fuck." She smiled to herself in a groan, shutting her eyes over as she ran her fingers through his slicked hair, his lips and mouth fondling over her breasts. His touch was gentle but rough. She wasn't sure how she could describe it. Through his roughness and his gruff groaning, there was the ambition to take care of her, and she loved that. It was something Jamie never took into consideration. He never took into consideration her needs.

"I didn't think you were like this..." He chuckled, "Dirty little girl." He whispered as she rolled her head back, feeling his warm, wet tongue travel down the valley of her breasts after teasing both, trailing down her stomach and unbuttoning her jeans.

He slid them and her panties down her toned and slender legs, throwing the clothing behind him and looking on at her.

Her skin was so smooth, and every part of her body was perfect. He ran his hand down her stomach and past her folds, teasing the opening with his finger as she jerked above.

She wasn't even nervous about him seeing her like this. She was ready, and a part of her felt like he'd seen her before, and that this was meant to be. She couldn't believe what this man had done to her in just a few weeks. She was a writhing, heaving mess for him, and not once had her husband and disloyalty came into her mind. She was too busy watching Punk between her legs. Oh how she would be punished for this. But oh how this was all worth it.

He couldn't resist from her dripping depths any longer. He had to take a taste. If it taste any better than her mouth, then he was sure in for a treat. He lowered his head down, spreading her folds and swirling his tongue around her sensitive clit.

"Oh, Phil… Oh, god… that feels… just..." She couldn't even construct her sentence. Her head was rolled back whilst she arched her back, driving her wet pussy further into his mouth. Not that he was complaining.

"You taste so sweet." He pulled back for a second to let her know.

A part of him couldn't even believe that he was really screwing his married next door neighbour. But he would never neglect such a beautiful woman who deserved this. If she wanted this to be some sort of one time thing, or if she wanted to keep coming round, then he was fine with that, as long as he could play with her body all day long without restriction.

No guilt had yet came over AJ. She supposed when all was said and done, she would, but right now, she was on cloud nine and begging for him to be inside her.

He left her dripping depths, kneeling up to unbuckle his jeans and kick them away, looking down at her running her hands over her body. It was hard to not jizz everywhere just by looking at her.

"Get on your hands and knees." He ordered as she looked up, slowly turning over onto her hands and knees, feeling him pulling her from the hips back into him.

In a way, her and Jamie's relationship was always very selfish. She never got the attention she was getting from Punk just now.

On her hands and knees, looking on at the headboard, a slight shadow of him behind her reflecting on it. She couldn't help but feel like she was addicted to this. Could she really come back from this? Was this really some sort of dirty little secret? She didn't even care.

Punk positioned himself behind her, spreading her ass cheeks but inserting his large length into her slippery entrance. He couldn't help the groan if he could. She felt amazing. Her walls were keeping him in close, slippery and warm the way he liked it.

"Oh, my god… Oh, fuck me hard!" She gasped, gripping the sheets in front of her, lowing herself down with her ass still up in the air, curling the sheets into her tight fists.

He immediately began to slam himself into her, slamming himself against her ass as she squealed a little but positively, almost like a giggle. He couldn't believe this was happening, but in a way he knew all along. He had captured her in. Now that she knew what she could have, she'd be in this bed with every chance she got. And he wasn't judging the fact that she was married. She was obviously not being treated the way a woman of her kind should have been, and he had no problem in her quenching her thirst for passion.

"Back into me. Give it to yourself." He slapped her ass as she rolled her head back, pushing herself back up with the strength from her arms, backing her ass into him as her folds enclosed over his, from her point of view, very large length that was piercing her like a sword.

"Thatta girl. Yeah, like that." He said, digging his fingernails into her hips, crashing his hips back against her ass as she yelped with so much pleasure and satisfaction in her.

She had no shame, and rightly so. Of course after this was done, things would be complicated, and she'd probably regret everything, but she could never deny that this was the best she'd felt in forever.

He flipped her around on her back, settling in between her legs and poking through her yet again, crashing his hip bones down against hers now as he sunk his teeth into her neck, trailing the kiss up her jawline and to her lips, where he felt her lips again, comforting his own as he pumped in and out of her tightness.

"You gonna cum?" He pressed his forehead against hers as she swallowed to moisten her dry throat from all the gasping and screaming, "Cum for me. Let yourself go." He insisted, never feeling so good in his entire life. She was edging so much pain he never knew he had. She made everything seem ok. He really could have used a woman like her when he was going through hell a few years ago. Her body, her hot pussy gripping him, her gasping and whispering of his birth name. No way was he going to let this be a one time thing.

"Oh, Phil. I'm gonna cum. Oh touch me…" She grabbed his hand, guiding it down to where the magic was happening. He didn't need to be told twice, he clicked on immediately, stroking her clit with the pads of his fingers, feeling her juices run down his length and drip onto the bed, watching that perfect back arch right off the bed almost into a crab position.

"Yeah, baby. Cum all over me." He watched her juices pour out of her below as she blurted his name out over and over again, rolling her head back against the pillow.

He wasn't far behind her in fairness. She had gotten even more wet through her own release, that it made it even more pleasurable for him to pump in and out of her. He wasn't forgetting this, and he wouldn't let her forget how she screamed out his name whilst her house she shared with her husband lay empty beside them. She wouldn't let her forget the fact that she grabbed onto him whilst he made sweet, passionate love to her. It was clear she didn't get this from her husband.

"April..." He groaned, feeling his release erupt into her like a volcano with hot lava shooting out. He sunk down upon her as he groaned, spilling his seed inside her, marking his territory now inside her, making it clear to her that he wasn't going to let her forget this. Even if she wanted to leave right away and never look at him again, she'd always have the memory of screaming his name whilst scraping her nails down his back. That memory alone was strong enough for her to make her way back to him for more.

He wasn't necessarily looking for a relationship anyway, and if she didn't want to hurt her husband then he was ok with that too, but he wanted that body, day and night, whenever he could get it, and he knew she felt the same.

"Oh god..." She whispered as he rolled off her after going soft, lying on his stomach beside her as she lay on her back.

"I understand if you..."

"No… I mean, Oh god… that was incredible." She turned to him, staring into his eyes as he looked straight back into hers.

She was still not ashamed. Maybe if the full thing didn't feel right then she would have, but this felt right, the full time, it felt insanely right. He actually made her feel good and made sure he was paying attention to her in the right places. She would go crazy if she couldn't have him like this again…

She had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was losing her mind.

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