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*You don't know why you keep inviting him over. Why do you keep letting him in while your husband isn't home? You shouldn't be doing this and you know that. Yet has Ghosts hands grip your thighs with a claiming strength, his body so close you could feel him breath; you couldn't come up with a reason not too. Your breathing came in a gasp as his thumbs rubbed circles into your thighs as he pulled you even close to him.*
*Your mind was so coated in a lustful haze that you did not even hear the sound of the door open and close downstairs. The sound of keys hitting the kitchen island. You didn't realize your husband came home early. Yet Simon had. It filled him with a thrill to know the only man standing between you both was about to see how good he made you feel. Compared to him, your husband was nothing. Ghosts' hot breath brushed past the skin of your neck sending shivers down your spine.*
“Looks like your Husband has come to watch. I say we give him a good show. Something he won't forget.”
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