Jamal had become good at disappearing.That was the frightening part.Not the lies, not even the excuses.The disappearing.He could leave home without making it look suspicious. He could tell Vivian that he had a late meeting, a difficult client, an unexpected problem at the company. He had become so skilled at creating believable explanations that sometimes even he almost believed them.. this was because he couldn't get enough of scarlet and their escapades.But the people around him were beginning to notice.Especially Adolphus.It was late afternoon when Jamal finally returned to Lincoln Empire after being absent for most of the day.His schedule had become chaotic recently.He would arrive late, leave early, disappear for hours.Then return with an expression that told everyone around him not to ask questions.Normally, Adolphus would have made some ridiculous joke about it.Normally, he would have complained about Jamal's terrible work habits or asked whether the boss had secret

The strings dangled between Scarlet's breasts as she investigated herself in the mirror. She leaned forward and pulled her arms together, pressing her chest together, creating a deep valley of cleavage. Her body wiggled and posed as she watched. She had come to realize how much she loved dressing up for Jamal.. whenever she wore one of her sexy lingerie, she felt like the sexiest girl in the world. Her breasts closed around the strings that led up to the knot that held this flimsy garment together. The strings looked as if they were being throttled between her breasts and she menaced them relentlessly in her play.The cool sensations of the air on her skin was delightful and exciting. the front of the wear was loose lace as well, allowing her breasts to hang comfortably and unconstrained with only light support. The drag of the lace across her nipples hardened them, she noticed. Or, maybe that was just the thrill of anticipation that was trickling into her.The lace went down and mel

Again the mattress shifted, and Scarlet felt Jamal straddle her calves, though not with any of his weight. Heard the bottle of oil, then his hands were on her thighs, one on each. Not dissimilar to his motions earlier, he began at the back of her knees, then rubbed upward. She held her breath, wondering how high he'd go, and was disappointed when he stopped a few inches from the hem of her panties. As his thumbs would circle her inner thigh—as his fingers worked the outside, she admonished herself. Not only was she being ridiculous over hoping for more, which was entirely ungrateful for the bliss she was being offered.Another rise, this time the very tips of his thumbs millimeters from the hem of her panties, and Scarlet exhaled through an open mouth in staccatos. She didn't realize she'd reached up to squeeze the edge of the mattress.Jamal did, however. At least he wasn't alone in finding it almost too tantalizing to bear. The lumbar pillow had really been a stroke of genius, addin

Jamal had been staring at the clock for the better part of twenty minutes.He had tried working.He really had.There were documents spread across his desk, several contracts waiting for his signature, and a report from the finance department that required his attention.Yet he hadn't properly read a single page.His eyes kept drifting toward the clock.Then toward his phone.Then toward the door.He had been expecting Scarlet.They hadn't made any formal plans to meet, but after the conversation they had shared the previous night, Jamal knew she would probably come.And part of him had been waiting for her.That realization irritated him.He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face."Get yourself together."He picked up a document.Read the first sentence.Then the second.His phone buzzed.He immediately reached for it.Nothing from Scarlet.It was an email.Jamal dropped the phone onto the desk.He was becoming ridiculous.He looked at the clock again.Then the door opened."Ja

By the time Jamal got home that evening, the sun had already disappeared beyond the horizon.The sky outside the enormous windows of the Lincoln residence had turned into a deep shade of blue, with the last traces of daylight fading behind the trees surrounding the property.Jamal parked his car in the driveway and remained behind the wheel for several seconds.His hands rested loosely on the steering wheel.His mind was strangely quiet.For the first time in what felt like forever, he had done what he had been too afraid to do.He had ended things with Scarlet.There had been no promises.No secret arrangement to meet again.No "maybe later."No pretending they could remain friends while continuing to cross boundaries.He had looked her in the eyes and told her the truth.He had chosen Vivian.Now he was going to go inside and spend the evening with his wife.The thought brought a small smile to his face.He reached for the door handle.Then paused.He remembered the last few weeks.