Chapter Fifty

He took a quick glance around. No one was really watching him, he thought, and the most important parts of the party were already done. He was sure that no one would notice or miss his presence at the party since they all seemed to be engaged doing one thing or the other.

"Come with me" he said, gesturing with his head as he stood, and together, they made for the nearest exit door.

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They were walking through a glass-encased atrium at the very top of the building and neither of them spoke. Soon they arrived in front of a wall of glass with the city spread out below them. The view was simply breathtaking. Across the bay, the city sparkled like precious gems tossed on an endless blanket of black velvet. Dazzling and magnificent.

"Wow." said Dora.

"It’s something, isn’t it?" replied Evan. He knew exactly why they were there, but he couldn't seem to make a move. Dora noticed, because she suddenly took his hands and placed them on the glass above his head. With a smile, she slowly slid down until she was perched on her heels, looking up at Evan's stunned face.

"Stay right there and don’t move." she whispered.

Evan was…dumbfounded. While sex had been on his mind when he followed her here, he still felt rooted to the spot, and Dora clearly wasn't the kind that sat back and let a man do all the work...she took charge. His ability to think straight fractured when she reached for his belt and slid it out from the buckle. Her eyes stayed boldly on his while her plump lips parted in anticipation, and there was a look in her eyes that seemed to hold him spell bound. He knew he had to stop her. What they were doing was very wrong...

But was he going to stop her?

Hell, no. His scrambled brain was already turning to soup and she hadn’t even lowered his zip yet. The sound of her doing just that ripped the breath from Evan's lungs. Pitching forward, he rested his forehead on the cool glass, hoping to gain a little control. No chance. The view of the botanic and hanging gardens paled in favor of the more enthralling view of Dora tugging down his trousers and gasping softly as she took his dick in her hand.

All thoughts disappeared from Evan's head....

Evan was…dumbfounded. He felt like he was dreaming. Somehow he expected her to stop, laugh and tell him to stick his filthy desires where the sun didn’t shine. So far she hadn’t. Hell, that glaze in her eyes told him that he wasn't dreaming... That she was into this.... And hell, he was too... Even if he knew that it was very wrong.

She was rapt with her ministrations, but Evan was rapt with her. The way she looked as she stroked him guaranteed to turn him into a blathering fool in under a minute. Hell, it had been so long, he thought as he squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on her mouth....pushing away every thought that could distract him. He just wanted to feel better... He just wanted a release, so he focused on that instead. He heard her sigh, then opened his eyes to watch her swallow. To see her eyes lift from his cock to meet his. Her sultry arousal weakened his knees, forcing a groan up his chest.

"Hmmmmm…" she moaned.

God, was she even aware she sounded like that?

"Something wrong?" Evan asked, his throat and voice thick with lust.

Her gaze dropped for an instant but he felt the heat of her stare all the way to his scalp.

"You feel amazing." Dora replied seductively.

Evan squeezed his eyes shut just as she squeezed his tip, drawing out that bead of liquid before running her thumb lightly over it. With a delicate little inhale, she settled back against the glass wall, pulled him close, and wrapped her lips around him again. Evan's groan burst free. The sensation of her surrounding him, suckling him, was like that first dive off a sheer cliff face, that moment of exhilaration when every nerve ending was doused in adrenaline. Every thought dissolved save for the sight, sound and touch of this woman drawing him deeper into her mouth, her wicked talented tongue flicking and swirling, tasting and swallowing from the heady combination of her hands and mouth.

He wasn’t going to last and he didn't care. He tangled one hand in her hair. Fisted a handful and thrust urgently a half-dozen times before a primitive growl announced his blinding explosion. Time and the billion-dollar view outside ceased to exist as Evan drowned in delirium. But he was aware of her softening touches, the sexy little sounds she made as if he were the one pleasuring her, not the other way round.

He breathed deep, knowing that it was the months-long sexual drought that had heightened this experience. He pried his eyes open to find his hand still entangled in her hair, his forehead braced on the glass and his breathing as erratic as a leaf in a hurricane. With another smug smile, Dora tucked him in, zipped him up and, still on her knees, rested her hands on his thighs.

Bloody hell, that was the moment Evan realized the gravity of what he had done. He had just cheated on his wife with a woman he just met, and now after the orgasm, he could suddenly think straight again. He shut his eyes again and moved away from her, holding his head in his hands as he groaned.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it" he said as he kicked the wall with his foot, ignoring the pain he felt... Knowing that he deserved it.

"I'm guessing that's regret you are feeling right now," said Dora. "That's really not something I want to see after making out with a guy. Did I do something wrong?"

Evan didn't reply, instead he placed both hands on the wall in front of him and wondered how the heck he was going to face Christina now without feeling guilty. He had screwed up big time. His wife was going through a lot and hurting, and what did he do instead of supporting her? He cheated... Broke his vows. He was mad.... Not at anyone but at himself because he had no one to blame but himself.