The door handle turned, almost opening

Then stopped.

Locked.

Caleb’s hand was still clamped over my mouth, his cock buried deep inside me. We both froze.

Outside, his wife’s voice came through, soft but clear. “Caleb? You in there? I brought you dinner.”

He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, his dick twitched inside me like it had a mind of its own.

"Shh" He saids, his voice barely audible

“Hide,” he whispered against my ear “Now.”

I slid off him fast, legs still shaking I'm barely walking.

The only spot was the narrow gap between the tall filing cabinet and the wall in the corner. I squeezed in, my back pressed...