Chapter 6 After He Leaves Ch1

• She watched the car disappear down the driveway. Tail lights fading. Her husband’s goodbye still warm on her cheek.
• "I won’t be long," he’d said. "Cade will stop by to check on you."
• Of course he would.
• Cade always did.
• Quiet. Stoic. Loyal Cade.
• The man who had stood beside her husband on their wedding day. The man who’d moved boxes into their new house when they were too drunk to do it themselves. The man who watched her too closely when he thought she wasn’t looking.
• She’d been looking.
• And she saw the way his eyes dropped to her lips when she spoke. The way he always stood too far away, like being closer might get him burned.
• Maybe it would.
• She gave it two hours.
• Enough time for her husband to be firmly in another city. Enough time to open a bottle of wine, put on music, let the house go quiet again.
• And change.
• The robe was silk. Barely tied. White and nearly translucent. Nothing underneath.
• She paced. Waited.
• The knock came just after sunset.
• She didn’t rush to open it. Let him knock again.
• When she did, she made sure the tie on the robe was a little loose.
• "Hey," Cade said. Voice low. Rougher than usual. His eyes dipped. Stopped. Held.
• She smiled. "You came."
• "Your husband asked me to."
• She leaned against the doorframe. "Did he tell you to come inside?"
• Cade swallowed hard. Looked anywhere but at her chest. "I shouldn’t."
• She reached for his hand. Pulled him inside.
• "But you will."
• The door clicked shut behind him.
• The air changed.
• He didn’t move at first. Just stared at her like she was something he wasn’t supposed to want.
• "What are you doing, Elle?"
• "What I’ve wanted to do since the first time you looked at me like this."
• He shook his head. "You’re married."
• "And you’re hard."
• He flinched.
• She stepped closer. Let the robe slip off one shoulder.
• "Tell me you don’t want to see the rest."
• He said nothing.
• She untied the robe. Let it fall.
• He cursed.
• Her nipples peaked in the cool air, hips swaying as she turned and walked toward the living room like she hadn’t just stripped in front of her husband’s best friend.
• She sat on the couch. Spread her legs slowly. No shame.
• "Come sit, Cade. I won’t bite. Unless you beg me to."
• He stepped forward.
• One step. Two.
• Stopped. Turned away. Ran a hand down his face.
• "Fuck. This is wrong."
• "But it feels good."
• She was touching herself now.
• His breath hitched. He turned back, and when he saw her fingers circling her clit, slick and brazen, his jaw clenched.
• "Elle, stop."
• She moaned. Louder.
• "Elle—"
• "Please, Cade. Just once. Just one night. After he leaves."
• His body moved before his mind could catch up.
• He was on her.
• Mouth crashing to hers. Hands everywhere. Grabbing, groping, gripping her like she was already his. Like he was starving for her.
• She gasped into his mouth as he dragged her hips to the edge of the couch.
• He dropped to his knees.
• And finally, finally, let himself taste the one thing he was never meant to have.
• Her thighs shook. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her cries turned ragged as he sucked her clit like a man being punished.
• "Oh my God," she moaned.
• He looked up.
• "Don’t say his name. Say mine."
• "Cade... fuck... Cade."
• He groaned and buried his tongue deeper.
• She came like she was breaking. Loud. Shaking. Eyes locked on the man she was never supposed to let in.
• He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Breathed heavy.
• Then stood.
• Unbuckled.
• And said, "Turn over. Now."
• She obeyed.
• The couch cushions pressed to her chest. She arched her ass in the air.
• He shoved inside with one rough thrust.
• She screamed.
• He grabbed her hair and fucked her like he’d been waiting years for this.
• Because he had.
• And now that her husband was gone...
• There was no one left to stop him.
• His hand spread across her lower back, holding her in place as his hips snapped into her again and again. Every stroke filled her so deep she could barely breathe, her hands clawing at the cushions for something to hold onto.
• "You feel that?" he growled. "That’s what you've been teasing me with for years."
• "Yes—fuck, Cade. Harder. Please."
• He gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her, relentless, using her soaked pussy like it belonged to him. The couch squeaked beneath them, her cries bouncing off the walls.
• "You’re so fucking tight. So wet. He doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?"
• "No," she moaned. "He never fucks me like this."
• "You like being fucked by the man who’s supposed to protect your marriage?"
• "Yes," she sobbed. "I like being your dirty little secret."
• He leaned over, pressed his chest to her back, voice gravel against her ear. "Then keep screaming my name, Elle. I want you to come for me again."
• His fingers found her clit, circling fast, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
• She came with a wail, collapsing beneath him, legs shaking.
• But he wasn’t done.
• He flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and fucked her even deeper.
• "You wanted this," he panted. "You wanted every inch."
• "I still do. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop."
• He held her like that—bent, open, ruined.
• And when he came, it was with a broken growl, spilling deep inside her.
• They stayed tangled, breathless, sweat-slicked and trembling.
• And when she looked up at him, dazed and full, she whispered the one thing that made his jaw clench.
• "What happens... when he comes back?"
• Cade stared down at her, still buried deep, still thick inside.
• And said, "Then we do it again. Until you forget he ever existed."