cross loves

ing

tem

ht, Mrs.

ves us a smile, which I can't understand at all. It's almost three in the morning. I'm exhausted, and I'm sure she's been here since before the sun rose. Julia ma

ed raise Julia since she was a little girl. When Julia bought a house of

he couch, lifting her

s. "You are my hero, as always. Go home, get some sleep, and th

you look at it. I know Mrs. Jones never works the weekends, bu

her head at the outland

needed to be here. No offense, but we

be offended about. Julia is a master of many things, but Mrs. Jones h

finishes he

iams. I sent them home with most of t

osing her eyes in mock pain and collapsing back o

the chuckle beg

Justin and Julia said I do. Julia has been Mrs. Wil

one to her pseudo-granddaughter, and pulls the door

r the front door open and shut a few moments later. Mrs. Jones hit the light switches as she went, and the vivid shine of flu

between us. It's a pointless comment but a conversation we have on a fairly regular basis. I think I'm

hen the last time I actually saw my ho

tin grins, and I let the

I love the most. Tranquil, with a layer of

e away from home, the bedroom saved for

months since I’ve s

ith Julia's legs on my lap, feel

oss my thighs as her feet, shoeless and stocking free, land on the armrest. I gather one into my hands and dig my thumb

fingers caress her skin in the dark. I ca

't speed my pulse and make my cock twitch in my pants. But it does. Knowing she belongs

arty for the purpose of absolutely nothing?" Julia

eath, and I smile to myself,

nties," he says succinctly, the adoration for his wife

years. Wanting to celebrate a famous moment

e book. Julia smiles at me without ever opening her eyes. Justin tilts his face from his

come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external worl

ds floating over his wife's prone body, and I have t

n is innocuous in his tone. A favorite quote from a favorite book. But goosebumps break out over my skin, the bow tie a

have on everything

h them, like this. I should walk awa

er breaks

in like oxyg

uldn't move from this spot. I knew I shouldn't have come tonight. I

e feet in my hands and u

good par

ly, and Justin's eyes flick to mine, his Adam's apple bobbing when he swallows. Julia sighs again, settli

hey don't live in the penthouse, but it's a corner apartment in Downtown New York. We’re high enough up to see the tops of other buildings and to watch the boats fl

ankles. I dig my thumbs into her calves, and

in the dimness of the room, the white stark against his wife's body supine in his lap. His facial hair, always expertly trimmed and scruffed, is thicker

ed in my

dance

ake her arch. Her breasts thrust into the air, and I find myself leaning in, the need to be closer to her overwhelming my sense of self-preservatio

ell under her legs, she doesn't let on.

eyes. It doesn't make a difference. The sight of Juli

se the pressure of my fingers to massage muscles and caress her flesh.

s were for until I use

eyes flick to him again, watching

, and I immediately

e punished, I should at least reap my rewards. After al

ing her farther as I go. Her moan licks over me, goosebumps rising to the

's

und his neck. He angles her against his chest, and I move with them, unable to let my hands leave her flesh. I think a growl slip

s to remind me. Jul

along my cock, and I freeze with my hands on Julia's thighs, my fingers grazing her panties.