Chapter 568 The Neighbour's Son:(Mature/Taboo Fuck):>Ep8

• The 11:42 Cambridge to Liverpool Street. Not your usual morning crush. I'd worn my navy pencil skirt with stockings. The expensive Wolford's that David bought after finding me bent over my desk with young Elliot's handprint still visible on my arse.
• David sat opposite, pretending to read about fiscal whatever. His eyes scanned the carriage with that predatory gleam I'd grown to recognise. Fifteen years of marriage and I still can't tell if it's me he likes watching, or himself watching me being watched.
• 'Three rows back,' he murmured, not looking up. 'Perse School boy, I'd wager. Been watching your legs since Cambridge.'