0 comments/ 21038 views/ 0 favorites The Store Room By: naughtyangel24 The company I work for is not very large...it has maybe thirty people. Quite a few of them I would not mind getting a little closer to. This story is a favorite fantasy of mine. She came to work today in a very good mood. She just had one of the most amazing nights of sex with her current boyfriend. Because he was lying in her bed when she got out of the shower that morning, she took special care in how she dressed for work as his eyes followed her movements across the bedroom. As she was preparing for her day, she decided to tease him. First she toweled off very carefully and thoroughly. Then she chose her favorite lotion to rub all over her body so she smelled delicious, being sure to face him while she was rubbing the lotion over her tits. As she rubbed lotion over her thighs, she couldn't resist running her fingers over her slit and dipping them into her vagina. She watched her lovers' eyes as she did this and could see his eyes grow heavy with lust. Then she turned away from him and bent over to find her best pair of thongs from her bottom drawer. She put them on, sliding them up over her hips and settling them into place. Next came the matching push-up bra to match her thong. This bra really made her tits nice and perky. She pulled her very sheer thigh highs on as she decided on what to wear that day. She went to her closet and chose a short black skirt that just covered the tops of her stockings. Next, she pulled on a hot red top that hugged her curves. Over this, she added a black jacket that had one button. She bent over to find her favorite pair of black heels to finish her outfit, giving her man a very good look up her skirt. Once she was finished, she went over to their bed and kissed him ardently while giving him one last stroke before leaving for work. She got into her car and backed out of her driveway with a big smile on her face. After a few minutes, her mind drifted to her schedule for the day. Her boss was in serious crunch mode and when he was stressed, everyone was stressed. She pulled into her parking space in front of her company and walked into the building and up to her office. She no sooner sat down at her desk and her boss was in her doorway asking her to come to his office. She followed him across the hallway into his office and sat down. He complimented her on her outfit and then got straight to business. "Here's what I want you to do..." her boss said. He finished explaining the data he wanted her to acquire and she went back to her office to start the project. She did not have much time to complete the project and wanted to impress her boss. She started working on a special project that her boss needed done yesterday. She was at a very critical period in the project when she ran out of the special paper she was using. "Shit!" she exclaimed to herself. "Well, I can use a short break anyway." She pulled the keys to the store room out of her desk drawer and walked briskly across the large expanse of the office building where she worked. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she did not see that someone was watching every step she took. She unlocked the door to the store room and turned on the light. The door usually swings shut by itself, so she paid no mind to the door closing her in the room as she started her search for the special paper. There were shelves upon shelves that needed to be searched as her boss did not tell her exactly where she could find the supplies she needed. Just as the door was about to swing closed, a hand caught it and pushed it open a little as his eyes peered at her through the crack. He slipped into the room with her and closed the door quietly behind him. She had her back to him and still did not realize he was there. He knew she had been watching him just like he was watching her, waiting for the right moment to make his move. He was very aware of her every time she came around. She had been tormenting him for months with glimpses of her body when no one else was watching. She flirted shamelessly with the guys he worked with. Now was his chance. He was five feet behind her and she still seemed unaware of his presence. So intent on her task, that she did not realize anyone else was in the room with her until he reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. She jumped a little, getting ready to swing as he turned her around. Then she realized it was him and she just smiled at him instead. "What are you doing in here?" she asked. "I can't take it any longer" he replied. "I have to have you." With heels on, she looked him right in the eye. He moved his hands from her hips and moved them slowly up her sides, brushing gently against the sides of her breasts before framing her face with his hands. He brought his mouth to hers slowly in case she wanted to say no. She had been waiting for months for this moment and now it was finally here. She didn't wait for him to finish bringing his mouth closer to hers...she tangled her hands in his hair and dragged his mouth the rest of the way to hers. There was nothing timid about this kiss; she just dove right in and loved every moment. His hands moved from her face back down her sides to her ass. He cupped her ass in his huge hands and drew her closer to him. She could feel his raging hard-on against her belly. She continued to kiss him as she reached down and started to take his shirt off. She got his shirt unbuttoned and reached into his shirt so she could feel his chest. She moved her hands from his chest down to his jeans and undid the button. Then she slipped her hands into the back of his jeans and cupped his ass. He moaned into her mouth. His hands left go of her and he grabbed her shirt and jacket in his hands and lifted them both up over her head. Lucky for him, her bra had a front clasp to open it. He worked at the clasp until it came undone in his hands and he let go watching as her tits bounced out. Her pierced nipples hardened in the cool air. "I knew they were pierced" he whispered. Then his mouth covered her nipple while she threw her head back and arched into his mouth. He sent a twinge straight to her pussy. She couldn't wait to have his cock inside of her. But he wasn't done tormenting her yet. While he continued sucking on her tits, his hands moved over her body, sending shivers up and down her back. He hiked her skirt up over her hips and worked his way over her stomach with his mouth. As he got closer to her hot, wet vagina, she could feel the anticipation of having that mouth on the very part of her that needed it most. He looked up at her and told her to lean against the shelves and wrap her legs around his shoulders. She did as she was told and waited impatiently for him to move her thong to the side and take his first taste of her wet pussy. Very lightly, his tongue moved along her slit making her moan with need. She tried to push her clitoris into his mouth, but he moved his head, pushing his tongue inside of her opening instead. His tongue started mimicking what his cock wanted to do to her. She started gyrating her hips and mashing her cunt against his mouth. His eyes were on her as he was licking her, watching her facial expressions. Right when she felt her orgasm starting, he moved his tongue from inside of her vagina to her clit, sucking it into his mouth relentlessly. This action sent her sky rocketing. Now her hips were thrashing against his mouth, his hands cupping her ass to help support her while her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Right as she was coming down from her orgasm, he stopped eating her and still holding onto her ass, positioned her so her vagina was level with his thick, hard cock and slammed his cock into her waiting pussy. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wet heat wrapped tightly around him. He knew he was hurting her; he could see it on her face. She was biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He started to move slowly in and out, giving them both time to adjust to the sensations. Pretty soon, she did not need help from him in moving her hips to meet his thrusts. She could feel another orgasm building and right as she went over the edge; he stopped moving for an instant as he grunted out "I'm cumming." He moved a little more still sending tremors through her body and then she let go of the shelving and they both slid to the floor, him still inside of her. When she finally had enough energy to open her eyes and look at her co-worker, her eyes met another's over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and she started to yell what are you doing in here, but decided in that instant that she wanted him also. She said, "Just give me a minute to recover, then I'm all yours..." The Store Room CHAPTER ONE It is the stabbing of the crutch handle in my shoulder that draws me from my trance of pleasure, reminding me that I am, in fact, squeezed into a hospital storage room. For a moment I lose focus on Jack's tongue assertively exploring my mouth and hands encircling my hips. I grab the crutches one handed and toss them across the floor. The metal clatters loudly across the concrete. "Kat, too loud! You don't want to get caught up here, do you?" Jack is clearly joking, his eyes crinkling into a smile. "That would end all our fun." He leans forward and pulls me towards him. Hooking his finger under my scrub top, he lifts it over my head, pens and alcohol swabs falling from the pockets -- a shower of things that don't matter. He propels his groin against mine with an urgency that makes me gasp, both at its suddenness and the fact he wants me this much. His hunger for me is palpable. I untie his pants and mine, readying to yank them off and toss them aside, when I feel a buzzing at my hip. My phone. Reluctantly I unwrap one arm from Jack's shoulders and grab the phone. Still pressed against him, I lift the phone behind his head to eye level. A new text message from Robert: WILL BE HOME ON TIME FOR DINNER W/ U AND BABY GIRLS TONITE! LOVE U! "Big news?" Jack asks teasingly. He knows my messages are universally mundane. "Dinner plans." "Am I invited?" he laughs. "Most definitely not." I slip the phone into my pocket and lower Jack's pants, and then mine. Turning my back to him, I stick my ass into the air. While he bends his knees to penetrate my pussy from behind, I lean my arms across boxes of IV supplies for support. As he thrusts deeper I find myself biting my lip to stop from crying out in ecstasy. Dinner with Robert and the kids is as forgotten as last week's newspaper. CHAPTER TWO I can't attribute fooling around with Jack to anything in particular. Robert works long hours at his law firm, to be sure, but he always has. He is generally a good husband, and I think faithful to me. I used to swear I would know if Robert cheated on me, and aver that there was an identifiable "cheating type," which Robert is not. Since I never considered myself the "cheating type," though, I see that my former theory isn't foolproof, and the best I can say is that Robert probably has never run around on me. He'd have to leave work for long enough to try, of course. Truth be told, I'm weak willed. I think that's the main reason I started cheating on Robert. When Jack told me I looked pretty after a 12-hour shift of being bossed around by demanding patients and my nurse manager, I was flattered. I hadn't heard compliments for a long time, and I tittered like a school girl inside, while loudly decrying Jack's visual impairment and suggesting a visit to the optometrist. When Jack suggested breakfast after my night shift -- on a day he didn't work -- I knew why. I was just too feeble to resist the temptation. So, now I find myself regularly having sex with Jack in the storage room, the type of behavior Robert and I used to mock. We laughed at couples who sneaked around as lame. After all, we could tell each other anything -- no secrets. Affairs seemed so out of fashion at the time, belonging to our parent's screwed up generation who married young and miserably and needed an escape. To this day, I don't know if Robert finds out about Jack if he'll be angry or more just disdainful of my tackiness. "Katrina, really? The storage closet? Kind of trashy, don't you think?" The found-out-about-you dialogue plays in my head occasionally, but I've never gotten to the punch line. I'm not sure if Robert will leave me. CHAPTER THREE I met Jack under serendipitous circumstances. I had noticed him, to be sure, not least because he looks like Robert did a few years prior. They share the same blond cropped hair and square jaw line. Robert is larger, bulkier. Without a doubt, he'd beat Jack in a fight, not that he would try. Jack's main asset is his perfect body tone. He looks like a physical therapist should, even down to his perfect posture. I half expected Jack to chastise me for shortening my Achilles tendon the first time that I wore heels to a work event after we started seeing one another. Not that we even acknowledged each other that night. Robert was glued to my arm, and I didn't dare approach Jack. He spent most of the night chatting to the nurses from the orthopedics floor, whose patients he sees all the time. I heard him laughing with them while I sipped my gin and tonic and accompanied Robert to make the requisite small talk with my nurse manager. Jack is regularly on my ward to see his patients and flirt with the staff, and I'd be lying if I said he doesn't have a reputation among the nurses as a womanizer. He tells me it's exaggerated, though, and I believe him. I know how nurses gossip and most of the stories are almost total fabrications. Still, knowing Jack's reputation, we never talked from my transfer to this ward last year until a few months ago when one of his therapy patients needed help with a urinary catheter, of all things. The patient, for all his multiple medical problems, was blessed with an extra-large penis requiring a three-floor search for a sufficiently roomy condom catheter. Jack and I combed the store rooms of adjacent wards, bumping into one another in the unfamiliar rooms. It was silly and jokey, and when Jack suggested we break for lunch at the same time, I acquiesced, although it felt conspiratorial, with a sexual vibe beneath the innocent suggestion. At home that night, I told Robert about the extra-large catheter search, thinking he would laugh with me. "The poor guy has to pee in a bag and that's funny because he's got a big dick? Jesus, you nurses have a strange sense of humor, Kat. Makes me want to stay out of the hospital!" I haven't shared any more stories from the ward with Robert since then. CHAPTER FOUR The first time Jack and I arranged to have breakfast, we met at 7:30 AM in the hospital parking garage. Jack mentioned meeting me up on the ward, but I suggested he spare himself the trouble. We both knew the nurses would gossip to see him there outside his shift. I don't know why we bothered with any pretense of innocence. Down in the fluorescent lit garage, I gave him an awkward hug. He kissed my cheek chastely as a virgin. I noticed his eyes survey my ass as I stood on tiptoe to wrap my arms around his shoulders, lifting my coat, though. He was no innocent. We arranged to meet at a Bob Evans a few blocks away. Inside, we sat awkwardly across the table. I sipped decaf (since "I'll need to get home to sleep soon!") Jack slid his hand absent mindedly up and down a sweating glass of orange juice. Neither of us touched the meals we ordered, except to rearrange them on their respective plates. It was twenty minutes of near silence before Jack blurted out, "So, do you want to come over to see my place before you go home and crash?" "Sure, why not?" And that was that. CHAPTER FIVE The drive from the restaurant to Jack's apartment was interminable, though in reality a mere mile or two, and hours seemed to pass before I pulled into a visitor's spot and followed Jack through the entrance doors. It was a second floor unit. We waited awkwardly for the elevator. Seeing both cars move up and down without approaching the lobby level, Jack suggested the stairs. In the stairwell, he offered me his hand, and I followed him up the single flight and down a short hallway. He fished in his coat pocket for his keys. "This is home." "Very nice." I had seen only the non-descript beige tone lobby. What was there to say? Glad there are no gang symbols? I'm impressed by the lack of broken glass in the parking lot? Jack turned the deadbolt and lock and the door swung inward. "After you." I walked inside. The hallway was narrow and shadowy. Jack leaned across me and flipped a switch. A floor lamp with a fabric shade bathed the living room in a yellow glow. Without asking, Jack lowered my coat from my shoulders and hung it in the hallway closet. His he tossed on the closet floor, I noticed. "Do you want the tour? Or something to drink?" I couldn't speak. Suddenly I was paralyzed with nervousness, the fear of what was about to happen enveloping me. Jack looked at me inquisitively, awaiting a response. "Kat, is something wrong?" I summoned the words to explain I was just tired, had finished a 12-hour shift, and was dying for a shower. I knew I had to leave. "Sorry, Kat, I should have thought. The bathroom's straight ahead. I'll bring you one of the good guest towels." He smiled as he said it, and a boyish dimple formed. What harm was there, really, to taking a shower? Why not wash away the 12-hour accumulation of hospital germs? I followed Jack down the hallway to the bathroom. He grabbed a fluffy towel from the linen closet and tossed it in my hand. "Feel free to use anything in there. No girly scents, I'm afraid." He disappeared into the adjacent room -- perhaps his bedroom. I had not yet gotten the promised tour. I stripped and hopped into the shower. It felt amazing; Jack had invested in a fabulous shower head. I could use one like it at home for when Robert was working late, I thought. The sudsy water splashed around me, and even though the scent was indeed masculine, it smelled great. It smelled like Jack. I closed my eyes, enveloped in the cascading water, and when I opened them, Jack was standing in the doorway. He was stripped down to a pair of black boxer briefs, and I saw for the first time how chiseled his body is. I inhaled sharply. "Can I join you before all the hot water is gone?" It was clearly a rhetorical question. He opened the shower door and stepped inside. There was nowhere to turn now. He was there, not twelve inches away, close enough to touch. The shower water soaked his underpants, and I could see the outline of his erection. He leaned me against the wall opposite the shower head and kissed me hard and urgently. I pressed my body to his, clumsily fingering the waistband of his underwear. All reluctance now forgotten, I wanted him to fuck me. I lowered to my knees and pulled down the boxer briefs. The shower spray was pelting me now, awkwardly spraying my mouth and nose. Jack's cock was close enough to taste, but I could only turn my head from the dousing water. "Let's find something better, shall we?" Jack asked, laughing, and grasping both my hands to pull me up. He opened the shower door, stepped forward, and grabbed the fluffy guest towel, dropping it onto a nearby bath mat. "How's this?" He turned, encircled my waist, and pulled me to the dry bathroom. I took two steps onto the towel and lowered myself onto my back, shivering wet outside the steamy shower. When I turned my gaze upward, Jack was leaning over me, approaching closer and closer. Firmly but gently, he parted my thighs with his fingertips and slid inside me. I felt his heat as our bodies melded together. The shower water ran stone cold. CHAPTER SIX When I arrived hours later to pick up the girls from the babysitter after that first morning with Jack, I was still in my camisole and scrubs bottoms, and some scuffed snow boots I found in the trunk of my car. I hadn't slept and my hair was disheveled and damp with sweat. Dinner was not even conceived, much less prepared. My insides felt chafed from fucking Jack in the bathroom and on his bed, and minutes before, on the living room couch. When he suggested one last encounter before I left, I only half heartedly protested that I was late before grasping his engorged dick with my disobedient fingers and guiding it inside me to ride him as he sat with his legs spread wide. Before I even fastened the children into their booster seats, they complained loudly that I was late. They'd already missed ballet practice and my hair looked funny. Where had I been? Why did I smell like Daddy? They fired off questions with machine gun rapidity. I sighed. They were their father's daughters, born to argue like miniature attorneys, intent to pry the truth from their cheating mother. But I still knew how to handle them. Talking to the rearview mirror, I suggested as the mother of all distraction techniques, "Let's go to McDonald's!" The girls eyed me suspiciously, as if the offer were too good to be true. McDonalds? On a Tuesday? They rarely ate fast food, and never on a weekday. "Don't tell Daddy, though, okay? You know he doesn't like you eating there. It's our little secret." Simple as that, I taught my daughters to cover for me, any recollection of Mommy's harried appearance forgotten with the contraband fast food. I'm lucky the girls aren't obese by now, I've bribed them with McDonald's so often since then. CHAPTER SEVEN Strangely, I have the reputation on the ward for being incorruptible -- a bit prissy perhaps. I never share in the good dirty jokes, or get invited to girls' night at the bar. When Jack joined me for coffee one afternoon a couple of months ago, one of the nurses admonished him to be gentle with me. "Katrina can't handle your racy jokes like the rest of us, Jack! But maybe you can loosen her up a bit!" As soon as we got to the stairwell, Jack produced the key to the store room from his pocket. I actually thought for a second he needed to pick up supplies before realizing his intentions. Sweet, naive, innocent Katrina. Despite meeting Jack regularly in his apartment, at the end of day or night shift, it hadn't occurred to me we might have sex at work. He put his hand around my waist and guided me to the step ahead of him. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I preceded him up the stairs. As soon as he turned the key in the lock, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands under my scrub top and onto my breasts. He slid his hands down my stomach to my hips. "I love your body," Jack whimpered, as he dropped to his knees. He dropped my uniform bottoms to the floor and began kissing my thighs and groin. I breathed a sigh of relief that I had worn a lacy thong, nicer than my average work undergarments. I guess in retrospect I always dressed for Jack when I thought he'd be around. He lowered the thong and put his tongue directly on my clitoris. My entire body tingled. Jack moved quickly and efficiently, increasing pressure in just the right spots. I moaned with pleasure as I orgasmed, loud enough that Jack put his finger to his lips in a gesture to be quiet. He rose from the floor, pulling my thong and pants with him as a he arose. I grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss. He tasted irresistible. Back on the ward, Lillian, the secretary at the nurses' station, eyed me curiously. "You look a little flushed, Kat! Lay off the caffeine! Or maybe you've had too many of Jack's dirty jokes!" Jack took her hand and squeezed it with a smile. She gushed with pleasure at the gesture. "Oh no, I save all the dirtiest ones for you, my darling." He turned his head. "Bye, Katrina. Gotta run." My phone buzzed in my pocket as soon as Jack rounded the corner from the ward. REALLY ENJOYED THE COFFEE BREAK. NEXT TIME YOU TREAT. ;) J I giggled like a school girl as I walked to the nurses' station and grabbed my next chart. CHAPTER EIGHT Several weeks went by before Jack suggested going to my home -- Robert's and my home. I was dismissive from the outset, and it took a lot of convincing. Jack insisted with a suggestive smile that his apartment building was undergoing construction, though, and we would otherwise never meet except at the hospital for an indefinite period. He didn't want that: did I? Jack knew I couldn't wait to be with him until the inopportune construction project ended. The store room offered such limited time together. It was agreed Jack would park around the corner and I would drive us home. I had arranged for the girls to be with a friend, and Robert wouldn't be home for hours. We were alone. It was safe. Yet when Jack started wandering from room to room, conducting his own informal tour, I wanted to scream, "What the fuck are you doing here?" My worlds were colliding in an unnatural trajectory. I was running unreasonable risks. We arrived at the master bedroom. The sheets were still askew from when Robert and I got out of bed that morning. One of Robert's socks had missed the hamper and lay on the carpet like a limp grey animal. I stripped off my yoga pants and grabbed a t-shirt, heading for the bathroom. When I emerged in a t-shirt and thong, Jack was lying in a mock seductive side lying pose on the bed, stripped except for white boxer briefs. He joked, "Come join me on the bed of marital bliss, Kat!" I felt panic and -- indignation? -- rise in my throat. What was he doing here in my husband's bed? I stood suspended in time a few feet from the bed. "Kat, I'm just kidding! Come here." Jack had removed himself from the model pose and was seated at the edge of the bed, his legs planted in the carpet. I still couldn't move. He shouldn't be here. "Katrina, come here," Jack ordered, more insistently now. I took a few steps. Jack grabbed my hands and pulled me down to the bed. He kissed my face and neck. He fingered my nipples through the t-shirt until they were erect, straining against the tight cotton fabric. He lifted the shirt over my head. My resistance wavered. "I'm so hard for you, Kat. Feel me." He guided my hand under the smooth woven fabric of the boxer briefs. I felt his erection stiffen to my touch. My resistance collapsed. I hardly knew where I was anymore or whose bed I was in. All I could see was Jack. Without speaking, I fell to my knees on the carpet and lowered Jack's underpants. I touched my tongue to his cock and felt it spring to my mouth. I closed my lips around his shaft and rhythmically moved my mouth back and forth, my tongue dancing over its rigid surface. Jack moaned and leaned back on his elbows. I removed my mouth and held his cock lightly with my fingers. Squeezing further beneath Jack's legs, I cupped his balls in my mouth, releasing them with smacking lips. Not satisfied, I returned to his dick, sucking its entire length, my throat open wide. I would have swallowed him whole if I could. His cock was by now so wet I could rub it with ease, and as I held with my left hand, I moved my right up and down the shaft with increasing speed. I dove down to suck his balls again. I longed to make him cum, to feel and to taste it. I opened my mouth wide and sucked on his penis, pursing my lips tightly around the shaft as I slowly released it from my hold. I grasped his balls with a cupped hand and gently squeezed. With a gasp, Jack ejaculated, covering my neck and breasts. My nipples still stood at attention, stimulated from brushing his groin and thighs. His cum glistened white on my skin. "Jesus, Kat, that was amazing! Now your turn." Jack pulled me onto the bed, still sticky from his cum, and rolled me onto my back. Teasing me, he kissed his way down from my breasts to my pelvis with excruciating slowness. I heard myself crying to please just fuck me, I can't wait, I can't wait. Jack smiled and lowered himself onto his elbows, his stomach on the bed. I splayed my legs wide and he crawled on all fours between them. I felt his wet tongue and covered my mouth with a pillow to muffle my shrieks of pleasure. CHAPTER NINE It is just a few weeks after Jack's visit to the house that Jack and I have our first argument. I am reviewing a chart at the nurses' station when Jack wanders over. Lillian, always looking for an excuse to escape her secretarial duties, engages him in conversation before I even notice his presence. She holds quite a flame for Jack, I have noticed, despite being at least twenty years his senior. "How's that new girl of yours doing, Jack?" I startle to alertness. She couldn't mean me. My stomach twists into knots. "Has she settled into your place yet?" The Store Room Before I even process Lillian's words, Jack shoots me a worried glance. Still, he turns to Lillian in short order and answers with typical charm, "She's just a roommate. Lillian, you know I only have eyes for you. " "If I were a few years younger, I'd hold you to that, you rogue!" Lillian gives Jack a playful wink and returns to her paperwork. By now it's finally hit me that I've eavesdropped my way into learning Jack is hiding a live-in girlfriend from me. The construction project conjured for my benefit disintegrates before my eyes. I picture Jack posing seductively on Robert's side of the bed in his white boxer briefs, teasing me to join him, while a faceless woman lies naked on his own bed, awaiting his return. Vomit rises in my throat. I rise to leave the nurses' station but skirt past Lillian too brusquely, dislodging her paperwork. She and I fumble over the scattered pages together. I don't look at Jack. Darting into the closest of my patients' rooms, I realize cursing the universe that she's at x-ray, her bed sheets neatly folded and awaiting her return. Her television still plays a morning talk show, set loud for failing ears. Jack is in the doorway now. "Kat, Lillian's gotten the wrong idea. I have a new roommate, and I should have told you, but that's all." My heart is pounding in my temples now. I long to be anywhere but here. "Who is she?" "Just a girl." "How old is she?" I wait for the faceless naked figure to develop features. "What the hell does that matter, Kat? She's 21 years old. She's my buddy's kid sister. There's nothing going on except I'm doing him a favor by giving her a place to stay since she lost her last apartment. I am not sleeping with my roommate, okay?" My lips quiver. He's lying to me. I am not a fool. "Jack, I'm not Lillian, so you can spare me your I-only-have-eyes-for-you bullshit and tell me the truth." Tears smart in my eyes. "You don't have to answer to me, okay? You're not my boyfriend. I guess I just expected a little more honesty." Jack's jaw locks, and I see he's far from shame faced. "Jesus, Katrina!" He spits his words at me. "You have a fucking HUSBAND! I don't think you're in the position to be telling ME about honesty. And if you want to know the truth I thought maybe it wasn't a good idea to have the woman who still wears her wedding band when she comes over to play fuck buddy around the college kid I have staying with me. Is that honest enough for you, Kat? Or do I not get an opinion in the matter?" My cheeks burn red with humiliation. I feel the heat pulsing off them. Indignant tears threaten to spill over my lashes, and I fight to hold them back. Only a few seconds later do I compose myself to rejoin, "Well, Jack, I don't think YOU are in the position to say you didn't know I was married when we started this." I evade Jack's eyes and exit the room before he has a chance to respond. CHAPTER TEN The night after the argument with Jack, Robert's home early. He never texted to forewarn me, and but for our fight, Jack might have been here stretched out on the bed in the master bedroom. I realize I've taken a lot of chances. I'm lucky to have gotten away with all I have. I've stopped in time. As Robert and I lie together in bed, I silently count my blessings and vow not to risk throwing them all away again. "So you had an argument at work today?" My heart stops. Robert is sitting up in bed now, my phone in his hand. "Pardon?" I must have misheard. "You just got a text about an argument. Your phone was lying under the bedspread." I try hard to modulate the tone of my voice, but the words come out shrill. I feel my throat closing. "Um, what does it say?" My heart is pounding. I can hear my breathing whistling in my head. I look down at my fingers and see they are trembling. "Sorry about argument today. Coffee tomorrow? J" I breathe again. I thank God for that innocuous message, although I haven't prayed for years before. Tears of relief prickle in my eyes. "You nurses being bitches to each other again? That's Jocelyn, right?" Robert grins, not a suspicion in the world apparent in his tone. I am saved. "That's right, Robert. She's very difficult." Exhausted from the near miss, I fall back onto the pillows. Robert extinguishes the light and lays his head inches from mine. I can feel his breath, warm and minty, blow toward me. He leans over and kisses me, his tongue inching forward tentatively. I lean closer still and feel his erection bulge against my leg through his pajama bottoms. I slide my nightgown straps off my shoulders. My breasts dangle freely as I climb up the bed to lean over Robert and lower each nipple into his mouth. He sucks each in a stimulating yet intensely familiar pattern. I feel my underwear grow wet with arousal. I slide down the bed and slip my fingers through the fly of Robert's pajama bottoms. I mean to stroke his cock, but my hand gets awkwardly caught. "Kat, just pull them off!" Robert barks, but he's smiling, and he grabs the waistband and pulls them off himself. I swing my leg to straddle Robert and lower myself onto his skyward pointing penis. The bed sheets caress my back as I grind rhythmically and watch Robert grin with satisfaction as he lies back on the pillow. Feeling a wave of familiar pleasure, I am sure I won't risk throwing this away again, for Jack or for anyone. I won't be so reckless again. CHAPTER ELEVEN The day after Jack's near disastrous text message, he catches me in a patient room. The transport crew has just wheeled my patient away for his CT scan, and his sheets lie disheveled on the unoccupied bed. Jack takes several steps into the room, enough to block my exit through the narrow passage adjacent to the bathroom. "Kat, did you get my text?" "ROBERT got your text." "Oh shit. Well, it didn't say anything, right?" Jack brushes off the news with a shocking nonchalance. Apparently he's a lot less concerned about the potential destruction of my marriage than I am. "No, it was fine. I said it was from Jocelyn." "Good. " He takes a few more steps towards me and reaches for my hands. "Because I don't want anything to stop me from getting to see you. I'm so sorry I lied to you about my roommate, Kat. I'm sorry I got jealous of Robert and fought with you." His hands are warm and soft, inviting. I feel him drawing me in, same as always. "Will I see you tonight after work? Please, Kat? " I close my eyes and summon the strength to resist. "Okay." Jack smiles and puts his hand on my shoulders. With shuffling steps, he backs me against the wall. Before I know what's happening, he has pinned both my wrists and is kissing me so hard I can barely come up for air. I am wet with excitement. He releases my wrists and wraps his hands around my waist. Suddenly, his right hand disappears into my waist band. He raises his left index finger to his lips in a gesture to stay quiet, as his right hand fiddles with the elastic of my thong. Suddenly his right index finger begins swiftly caressing my clitoris and his middle finger enters my vagina. I whimper and lean my head against the wall as he fingers my clit and G spot. I taste blood I bite my lip so hard to stay quiet. Then, as quickly as he started, Jack stops, extricates his fingers and backs away from me with a squeeze of my arm. He licks the fingertips he just used to touch me as he departs, before applying wall mounted hand sanitizer with long sensual strokes. I am so disoriented with excitement I step forward to lean on the patient's bed and accidentally activate the call light. "Katrina, is that you? Are you okay?" inquires Lillian from the nurses' station. I explain that I'm okay, and accidentally hit the call button. "God, Kat, you're so uncoordinated! I might ask Jack to teach you some balance lessons along with your patients!" She laughs like it's the funniest thing she's heard all day. CHAPTER TWELVE Later that day, Jocelyn -- the real Jocelyn this time -- catches me as I am updating patient charts. "Kat, did you hear about the store room?" My eyes dart up. "The store room?" I try to feign ignorance, but I'm transparent. Lying to Robert for months has apparently not yet made me an expert in the practice. Still, Jocelyn looks unsuspicious. "Donna has some concerns about staff members hooking up in there. She's going to discuss it with the other nurse managers. I know -- gross, right?" She lowers her voice. "I guess a housekeeper found an opened condom wrapper." I wrack my brain to remember if Jack and I might have been so careless. "So just be careful if you go up there, okay?" Jocelyn continues. "I mean, I'm sure it's nothing dangerous. Probably just Jack up there making out with Marion, but you never know who it could be." My ears perk up. Does she think Jack's with Marion, not me? But who's Marion? "Excuse me? What's going on with Jack?" I aim for nonchalant detachment, but my voice sounds edgy. "I guess he's hooking up with Marion, the new nurse on the orthopedics floor. Somebody saw them on the fourth floor by the store room, and apparently he had his hands all over her ass. Doesn't surprise me since she lives in the same apartment building. Hopefully he doesn't take her over to his place with his friend's kid sister crashing with him!" I feel my cheeks flushing pink. "Wow, how convenient!" "Well, it was going to happen one way or another. We all know Jack gets around." She furrows her brow and adds, as though afraid to seem unreasonably prudish, "I mean, that's fine with me, obviously. He can do what he wants. I just wouldn't want to touch him myself, knowing he's fucked half the department. Kind of incestuous in the hospital family, you know?" I nod my head in assent. "Oh, Kat, you're blushing! I'm sorry to embarrass you with all this sex talk. You're so cute. I'll have to tell Robert to work harder to corrupt you!" Jocelyn laughs to herself and pats my arm as she turns to walk away. I march zombie-like to my patient's room. The blood has drained from my just flushed cheeks and I look grey as I pass by her bathroom mirror. My phone buzzes in my pocket. ROOMMATE HOME AT MY PLACE. OK TO MEET @ YOURS TONITE? CAN'T WAIT TO SEE U. J CHAPTER THIRTEEN I was two rows from my car when Jack caught me in the parking garage after work. "Did you get my text? Shall I just meet you at your place?" I look him up and down. As usual, he looks perfect after a long shift, standing tall and confident and charming. Despite everything I know, I still want him. I feel an involuntary shudder in my groin, but Jocelyn's voice echoes in my head on replay. "Well, it was going to happen one way or another. We all know Jack gets around." "I just wouldn't want to touch him myself, knowing he's fucked half the department." I don't answer his question. "What's wrong?" "You've been having sex with Marion in the storage closet. You kept me from your apartment because you were scared she'd come over and catch us together. Someone saw you on the fourth floor with your hand on her ass. She lay naked waiting in your bedroom while you fucked me on the sheets I share with my husband." But that's not what I really say, because Jack never told me he wasn't fucking other women, except the roommate. I had assumed I was the only one, just as I believed no one else in the hospital knew about the store room encounters. Jack is a man of carefully chosen words, I finally realize; omissions and half truths are his standard verbal fare. How else would he have half the nursing staff thinking they are his favorites while hooking up with the other half? It isn't through blunt honesty. "Kat, seriously, what's wrong? Is it that rumor about your manager and the storage room? Bunch of BS. She hasn't found anything: she just suspects." His mouth moves quickly. His response sounds memorized, but hurried, like an understudy in a play blurting out lines he has only barely learned. "Half the hospital hooks up in storage rooms and break rooms. The residents are here for 36 hour shifts, where the fuck do you think they go to have sex? When they're home, they're too exhausted." He grabs my shoulders with both hands and looks me square in the eye. "Relax, Kat, I don't get caught. We didn't get caught. You've got nothing to worry about." I bend my knees and slide my shoulders under Jack's hands, liberating myself from his grasp. He looks confused, his charm suddenly impotent. "You know, Jack, EVERYBODY gets caught eventually." I can't suppress a sardonic smile. "Some people just quit when they're ahead." I walk toward my car, finally free. My phone buzzes. KAT, CAN I COME OVER? CAN WE TALK?! As I pass by Jack, I shake my head "no" through the car window. He looks confused and for once, I note, has slumped into poor posture. It makes him just a little less sexy. Marion can have him. I pick up the girls from the sitter, and we head for home. On the right, a McDonald's sign glows yellow. I look in the rearview mirror. "Girls, do you want McDonalds? Don't tell Daddy, though, okay? And enjoy it. Mommy's staying home to cook from now on. We're not going to do these secret outings anymore."