Jessica held him, twitching as she skittered down from the dizzy heights of her orgasm. Flash fires seemed to be burning throughout her body. "Ohh Frank. It… was marvelous. God… so…" her breath eased out. She released him.

Frank rolled off, silent. It had been ages since Ellen had fucked him like that. Maybe Ellen really was cheating.

Jessica kissed his shoulder. "Will you get my clothes from outside?" she giggled. "I don't have the nerve to get them." She hugged him. "I must have been crazy to do what I did out there."

"Not crazy." He gave her ass a friendly pat. "Just hot." He grinned. "It's almost the same thing." He left, returning quickly with her clothes.

"Remember, Frank," she said, slipping into her top and tight shorts, "what happened here is just between us, right?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "If there is trouble between you and Roger, I hope it works out."

He watched her go, then went to shower. If anyone showed up, he didn't want to smell like he had just spent a week in a whorehouse.

CHAPTER THREE

Ellen pulled her small MG into the halfempty parking lot. She switched off the motor. After checking her face in the rearview mirror for the third time since leaving the house, she climbed out. She carried her petite figure well as she walked to the impressive-looking twelve story office building. Her soft brown hair caressed her delicate features as a warm summer breeze caught it.

The elevator took her up to the seventh floor. Her heart skipped a beat. She felt like a schoolgirl on a date. It was always like this when she met him.

She stepped out into the deserted corridor. The music from the elevator was swallowed up as the doors hissed closed. It was quiet.