Inside, she heard movement.
She watched from the door that was cracked open. She saw Jake’s hands were on Rachel’s hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he was punding into her with a rhythm that was both urgent and desperate. Rachel's head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent cry, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode the wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. The air was thick with the sounds of their passion: the creak of the desk, the slap of skin on skin, and the soft, urgent grunts that escaped Jake's lips with each thrust.
Rachel's hands gripped the edge of the desk, her nails digging into the wood as she met each of Jake's thrusts with a movement of her own. Her body was a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. She could feel Jake's hardness filling her, stretching her, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and she could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure deep within her.
"You like that, don't you?"he growled, his voice rough with desire."You like the way I'm fucking you, the way I'm filling you up."
Rachel's response was a moan, a sound that was equal parts pleasure and desperation."Yes,"she screamed.
And then, just as Rachel was on the brink, just as she was about to surrender to the pleasure, there was a sound. A loud, unmistakable sound that cut through the haze of passion like aknife. The sound of a coffee cup hitting the ground, the ceramic shattering into a thousand pieces.
Jake froze, his body rigid as he listened to the sound, his mind racing as he tried to process what had just happened. Rachel's eyes snapped open, her body going still as she realized that they were no longer alone.
The office door stood ajar, a crack of light spilling in from the hallway beyond. And standing in that crack of light was Kylee, her eyes wide with shock, her face pale as she took in the scene before her.
For a long moment, no one moved, no one spoke. The only sound was the sound of Rachel's ragged breathing, the sound of her body slowly coming down from the edge of orgasm. Jake's eyes met Kylee's, and in that moment, a thousand unspoken words passed between them. Words of shock, of betrayal, and guilt.
Kylee's eyes flicked to Rachel, taking in the disheveled state of her clothes, the flush of her skin, the way her lips were swollen from Jake's kisses. Slowly, her eyes narrowed, her expression hardening as the truth sank in.
"Jake,"she said, her voice barely audible, but filled with a quiet intensity that made both Jake and Rachel freeze."What the fuck is going on here?"
Rachel stepped back instinctively, tugging her dress higher over her chest, face blotched with heat and shame. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Jake stood behind her hair tousled, shirt half-buttoned, and belt dangling from the loops of his slacks. His face went pale, all the blood drained from it in a single heartbeat.
“Kylee” he started, taking a step forward.
“No. Don’t you fucking dare?” Her voice was sharper now, trembling from the weight of fury she had no room left to contain. “Her hand shook at her side, not from weakness from restraint. From holding back the scream building in her chest.
Rachel glanced at him, then at Kylee, her wide eyes darting like a trapped animal’s.
Kylee turned on her with a look that could’ve burned skin.
“Do not look at me like you’re the victim,” she snapped. “You answer my phone calls. You’ve seen pictures of my babies. And this is what you’ve been doing behind my back?”
Rachel’s face twisted not quite shame, not quite remorse. Just fear.
Kylee looked back to Jake. Her voice dropped, thick with disbelief. “I got your favorite coffee,” she whispered. “Stopped at the café. Put extra sugar in it like you like. I was on my way to surprise you. What a joke!”
“Kylee,” he said again, his tone soft, like the tenderness could rewind time. “It wasn’t what it looked like!”
Her jaw dropped slightly. Then she let out a breathless, incredulous laugh. “Are you serious right now? Is this the part where you gaslight me into thinking I didn’t just walk in on your dick inside your receptionist?”
“You couldn’t touch me for weeks, Jake,” she said, her voice breaking just slightly now, the cracks spider webbing through. “Couldn’t even look me in the eye after sex. And now I know why. Because you were fucking her!”
“It was a mistake,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”
“Didn’t mean for it to happen like this?! Your right! You didn’t mean to get caught! Was this the first time you fucked her?!”
He didn’t answer.
And that was her answer.
Rachel tried to speak again, but Kylee silenced her with a single look. “Go! Now! Before I forget I have more to lose than you do!”
Rachel gathered her things in silence, eyes downcast, and slipped out the door.
When it shut, the room felt smaller. Kylee stood in the wreckage of their marriage papers scattered on the floor, couch cushions in disarray, the ghost of sweat and sex clinging to the air.
