Chapter 07
Nothing goes beyond these walls
Colin
It’s just past three when I hear three soft knocks at the door. “Come in,” I say immediately.
Margaret went down to Finance to verify a few reports, and I can’t shake the suspicion that Maya timed this perfectly.
I’ve spent the entire day waiting for this moment.
I knew she would come. She always does. Part of me even expected to walk into the office this morning and find her already waiting for me.
But Monday morning passed quietly enough. I buried myself in work, called home just to hear Ceci’s voice and check in on Alicia, then met Jonathan for lunch. Pretending the whole time that I wasn’t counting down the minutes to this.
And now the wait is over.
Maya steps into my office.
She’s always put-together, but today… today she looks deliberately tempting.
A fitted black skirt that hits just above her knee.
A crisp white blouse, the top buttons left undone with the kind of precision that knows exactly what it’s doing.
Her heels, her posture, the way she walks…
it’s the same allure that made me lose control on Friday.
And it works, even now, when it shouldn’t.
“Hi, Colin,” she says with a smile. When I don’t respond, she glances toward the empty desk outside. “Your assistant wasn’t there.”
“I know.” My voice is flat. “What do you need?”
“You know why I’m here.” Her tone softens, turning intimate.
I drag a hand through my hair, reach into my wallet, and pull out a stack of hundreds, not bothering to count.
I hold it out to her.
“Here. Take it.”
Maya
I spent the entire weekend replaying every moment in Colin’s office. I cataloged every detail. Every touch, every look, every frantic second that ended with him pinning me against the sideboard, my body caught between his heat and the cold wall. I counted the hours until Monday.
The moment I stepped into the lobby, my mind was already set on him. But the marketing assistant was drowning in work, and I ended up stuck at her side all day, pretending my patience wasn’t wearing thin.
When I finally head downstairs to grab my bag, already calculating a quick stop to touch up my perfume and lipstick, the elevator doors slide open and there she is.
Margaret, Colin’s executive assistant. We exchange a few polite, empty pleasantries before she steps out on the Finance floor.
The second the doors close, I hit the button to go back up.
I’m not losing this chance.
And when I walk in… the way he looks at me. It’s slow, assessing, igniting the spark I’ve been starving for all weekend. But then he speaks. His voice is cold, distant, the professional mask back in place.
I was ready for the coldness. What I wasn’t ready for was him reaching into his wallet, pulling out a couple of bills, and holding them out to me.
“Are you trying to pay me for Friday night?” I ask, my voice tighter than I intended. “I’m not a whore.”
“What? Of course not!” He rushes to explain, the mask slipping just an inch. “I don’t pay for sex. Never have, never will.” He gestures with the money. “This is for the dress I ripped. I don’t know how much it cost. If it’s not enough, tell me.”
Relief loosens the knot in my chest.
I step closer, cupping his hand in both of mine, my skin warm against his. I guide his fingers to curl around the money, refusing to take it.
“You don’t need to pay for the dress. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. I’d trade every dress I own for what happened between us… right there.”
I tilt my head toward the sideboard. He closes his eyes, like he’s trying to scrub the memory away, but the subtle shift of his shoulders tells me the image found its mark.
“If one day you really want to give me a dress,” I murmur, leaning in just enough for him to catch my scent, “make it something you’d like to see me in.”
I let his hand go and step back. He tosses the bills onto the desk, his eyes fixed on me, silent, but burning with all the things he’s trying to hide.
“I want more,” I breathe. It’s barely a whisper, but in the stillness of the office, it sounds like a confession.
“Maya.” A warning.
“We don’t need to make this complicated,” I say, catching my lip between my teeth as his gaze follows the motion. “I want you. You want me. It’s that simple.”
I move closer, my voice dropping. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it all weekend… if we’re that good together in an office quickie…”
I let the implication hang in the air between us. I let him follow it wherever his hunger takes him.
He straightens, bracing himself as if against a physical blow. “Tonight. After work. Not in the office… it's too risky. We could—”
I catch the hesitation, the doubt beginning to form in the set of his jaw. I cut right through it.
“You can meet me at my apartment. I don’t live far.”
I grab a sheet of paper from his desk, scribble my address in bold strokes, and place it directly in front of him.
“I’ll be waiting.”
I turn and walk out of his office, the sway of my hips intentional, fueled by the absolute certainty that he’ll be in my bed tonight.
The following section includes explicit, on-page cheating. It is part of the story’s journey, but this moment may be difficult for some readers. Please feel free to skip it if it feels overwhelming.
Colin
I keep driving.
Not over the bridge that would lead me back to Brooklyn, to my family, but toward the address Maya gave me.
Her apartment. Where she’s waiting for me. And I’m under no illusions about what comes next.
I could turn around at any moment, head home, and she wouldn’t hold it against me. Tomorrow, I could act like nothing happened. Case closed. Instead, I pull up in front of her building and take the elevator up to her apartment.
When she opens the door, she’s still wearing the same outfit. Her lipstick is freshly applied, crimson, making her lips look like ripe strawberries. The scent of her perfume hits me immediately, a sweet, daring fragrance that perfectly matches her.
“Show me your room,” I say as I step inside, closing the door behind me without taking in the rest of the apartment. Her smile falters for just a moment, but she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom.
“Before we go any further, I need to make one thing clear. I have a wife and kids. I have a family. This—” I gesture between us. “No matter what happens, it stays in this room. Nothing goes beyond these walls.”
“I know,” she replies calmly, her fingers moving toward the buttons of her blouse.
“Don’t.” My voice is firm.
I pull out my wallet and phone, unlock it, and hand it to her. “Put your number in.”
She hands it back, and I save the contact under Martin CFO.
“You’re not going to give me your number so I can have yours too?” she asks.
I don’t respond.
I set the phone on the nightstand, shrug off my jacket, and loosen my tie. “Kneel.”
Without hesitation, she lowers herself to her knees before me. I run my fingers across her lips, smudging the lipstick. Her tongue flicks against my thumb, and I pinch her lower lip between my fingers.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
She shakes her head.
“Use your words.”
“No... Sir.”
I take in every detail.
Her big, expressive green eyes, rapid breathing, a face overtaken by desire. “How old are you?” I ask suddenly.
She startles but answers, “Twenty-five. I’ll be twenty-six in November.”
I say nothing. I don’t think.
Slowly, I slide my thumb into her mouth and command, “Suck.”
She obeys. Her tongue moves in a way that makes it painfully clear what she wishes she were sucking instead. My cock responds immediately. I pull my thumb free, already hard, already anticipating what comes next, and return to undressing.
“Stay right there,” I tell her. “Undress.”
She complies, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it slip from her shoulders before peeling off her bra. It’s the first time I see her bare. Her breasts are full and rounded, dark areolas framing nipples already hard and inviting.
I take her in slowly, committing every detail to memory, aware of how badly I want my hands on her… and how much worse it makes waiting.
Her hand moves behind her back, and I hear the soft whine of her skirt’s zipper coming down.
I continue undressing, my gaze fixed on her. To my surprise, instead of standing, she lies back on the floor, sliding her skirt and panties down together. When they reach her ankles, she kicks them off with her feet.
Then she spreads her legs, parting her pussy with her fingers, showing me just how ready she is… how much she wants me. She arches her back, dragging her middle finger slowly up her slit.
“Bed. Now. Keep the heels on.”
I strip off my boxer briefs and tear open a condom with my teeth.
Maya is sprawled across the bed, open and waiting. The sight of her strips away what little restraint I had left. I climb over her, claim her mouth in a hungry kiss, my hands everywhere at once—and then I drive into her in a single, hard thrust.
For the next two hours, the room fills with dirty whispers in the dark.
Commands… mine.
Pleas… hers.
Our bodies slam together, soaking the sheets and saturating the air with the raw, intoxicating scent of us.