Chapter 12
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.
purely physical
Colin
I reply to Ceci’s text, the one she sent the second she saw the photo of me with the award.
Even through a screen, her pride is palpable, a steady warmth that usually settles me.
She’s my anchor, the only person who truly understands the cost of this win.
I promise to call her first thing in the morning, a ritual I never break because, despite everything, she’s the one I want to wake up to.
I set the phone face-down on the nightstand. For a moment, I just stare at it, letting the brief, sharp pang of guilt pass before the other side of me takes over—the stronger one, the part that lives for the edge.
I pick up the bag with the supplies I grabbed at the airport yesterday, along with the little extra I added to the kit. I step out, the heavy door clicking shut behind me, and start down the hall toward her room, my pulse already beginning its slow, heavy climb.
Maya.
I should’ve listened to Ceci and invited Hannah. It would have been the safe choice, the "correct" choice. But I didn't.
The moment those elevator doors opened yesterday and I saw Maya at her desk—eyes flicking up, expectant, tracking my every move as if she’d been vibrating on that frequency since the last time she saw me—I knew I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass.
By the time I called her into my office, the decision was a foregone conclusion.
Another brick laid on the wall between the life I cherish and the ruin I risk.
It doesn't matter. Not if Ceci never finds out. Half-truths aren’t lies, they’re just tactical omissions. Necessary for survival.
I can’t shake the image of her at the gala tonight.
It was her first time in that environment, yet she commanded the room without saying a word.
I watched the hungry stares follow her, even from the men who had their wives white-knuckling their arms. That idiot from the Seattle firm spent half the night trying to get a rise out of her, Maya didn't even blink.
What we have is a temporary fever. It was inevitable, she was always there, always within reach.
Tonight isn't a pivot; it’s just a continuation.
This fire will eventually burn itself out, but until it does, there’s a certain clarity in keeping things purely physical. No promises, no illusions, no risk.
I smile as I reach her door. The night went well. Prestige, new contacts made, and now I have the perfect celebration in mind.
I knock. When the door opens, Maya is a vision. Her long dark hair spills over her shoulders, a green silk robe the only thing draping her body. She was stunning in that gown earlier, but I prefer her like this.
I step inside, letting her close the door behind us.
I empty the bag onto the mattress, arranging the items with clinical intent. Condoms, lube, the medium-sized plug, and the numbing cream. Maya’s gaze lingers on the lineup. I don’t see fear in her eyes. Only reckless anticipation.
We don't speak as I undress at an unhurried pace, leaving only my boxer briefs.
"Take off the robe. Get on all fours at the edge of the bed," I tell her.
She obeys.
She parts her thighs wider, and I move in behind her, kneading her ass with both hands. "Ever done this before?" I murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to each cheek between my caresses.
"Y-yes," she stammers, her face sinking into the sheets. "But neither time was... pleasant."
"Don't worry," I whisper, my breath hot against her skin. "I’ll take care of you."
Her exhale is shaky, but I feel her body relax. Surrendering. Trusting me.
I slide my hand between her legs, stroking her clit with steady precision, spreading her wetness.
When her breath turns erratic, I push two fingers inside her pussy, fucking her slowly.
With my other hand, I coat her tight hole generously with lube, circling it, teasing it.
Only then easing my index finger halfway in, never breaking rhythm with the fingers inside her.
"Colin..." she gasps, desperate.
I smile. We haven't even started yet.
"Shh. You're perfect. Just like this."
My finger in her ass mimics the motion of the ones in her pussy.
Once I feel her relaxing around my index finger, I slip in a second one.
She moans, rocking back to take me deeper.
I withdraw from her pussy, focusing entirely on opening her up while my thumb keeps her on the edge.
Just before she can tip over, I withdraw completely.
I slick the plug with a fresh coat of lube and press it inside her, until it's seated snugly.
I drop to my knees in front of the bed, spread her open, and wrap my mouth around her clit without hesitation.
Her cry rips through the room. She loves my mouth.
It’s the easiest way to break her. I lap up her slickness, suck her clit hard, devouring her until my cock aches painfully against the fabric.
I pull it free and stroke myself slowly, watching her unravel on my tongue.
I rock the plug in and out of her while I suck harder. She shatters, screaming my name, her body trembling with every quiver.
I lick her through the aftershocks, savoring each tremor, and she whimpers, “Colin… I need you inside me. It’s not enough.”
I bite her ass cheek sharply and stand. I yank the plug free and toss it onto the bed, slicking her up again. I’m so far gone, so blinded by the heat of her, that I nearly drive into her raw. I catch myself at the last possible second, the tip of my cock brushing her skin.
“Fuck,” I hiss, the curse thick with frustration.
I tear a condom open with trembling hands and roll it down my length. Then I press into her slowly, until she starts grinding back, desperate. I lose control, slamming into her in one brutal thrust.
“FUCK, MAYA!”
I look down, seeing my cock buried deep inside her, so hot and so tight it borders on torture, and there’s nowhere else I want to be.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, pulling back and driving into her again. My palm smacks across her ass. Hard.
She’s lost in it, trying to keep pace, gasping and begging for more. “You’re so big. I can feel all of you. So good.”
I grit my teeth, fighting not to come too fast. I lean over her, gripping her hair tightly and biting down on her shoulder.
“You like this, don’t you? Having my cock buried deep in your tight little ass?”
“Yes, yes, don’t stop!” she cries.
“Touch your clit,” I command, straightening again.
I clamp my hands around her waist with bruising force, pounding into her relentlessly until she’s screaming, shaking with her release.
The way her body grinds against me shatters my restraint.
At the very last second, I pull away, yanking the condom off and fisting my cock as I paint her ass with my cum.
I close my eyes, groaning low in my throat as I finish, losing every trace of my usual composure.
I pull back, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity, my gaze drawn once again to her ass as I watch my cum slide between her cheeks. Maya reaches behind her, runs a finger through it, then turns to me. Smiling, she brings her finger to her lips, closing her eyes in pure delight.
With a growl, I collapse beside her. She curls against me, her fingers tracing lightly across my chest.
“Only with you could it ever feel this good,” she murmurs.
I close my eyes, the adrenaline slowly receding, replaced by that cool, familiar detachment. “You were perfect too. That was absolutely scorching.”
We lie there, breathing together, until I finally pull away and head for the shower.
I’m finishing putting on my shoes when Maya reaches out, her fingers catching mine.
"Sleep here," she says, her voice still thick with the haze of what we just did.
I glance down at our entwined hands, then meet her eyes. I don't hesitate. "I'd rather sleep alone."
"We don't have to sleep," she counters, a challenging spark in her gaze.
She’s insatiable. Even after the second round—where I had her pressed against the dresser, fucking her pussy until she was sobbing for me to finish—she still wants more. But even if I had the stamina for another hour, I won't stay the night.
I can’t afford to let her start confusing this for something more than it is. The bed is where lines get blurred, and I need those lines intact. Sleeping together, cuddling, those aren’t part of the deal. I won’t let her believe she’s more than she is to me.
I stand, leaning down to kiss her to soften the sting of the rejection.
"Rest," I tell her, my voice low and final. "I'll see you at breakfast."
I plant a quick kiss on her lips, remind her to use the cream I brought to soothe the ache I left behind, and walk out. I return to my own room, the silence of the hallway settling over me. By the time I reach my door, I’m already slipping back into the man I need to be.
I’m ready for a good night’s sleep.