Chapter 18

EIGHTEEN

Georgia was just preparing herself to get up from the toilet seat before someone would call for help, thinking some maniac photographer committed suicide, when her phone announced an incoming message.

‘Since we are both here… meet me on the second floor, small staircase on your right hand.’

Georgia felt how the blood rushed to her head. This was not what her parents had wished for their daughter to become, yet she knew she was going to see him, if only tell him she wasn’t going to let him do this while his wife was in the same building.

“I’m not going to have sex with you here, while… so many people are only one floor away.” She said but willingly let him push her against the brick wall of the small and dark second floor. There was nobody around and nobody would get up there for no particular reason either. There was no furniture, just a rough vintage wood floor.

She meant what she said, and knowing his wife was out there somewhere was just disgusting. But with the kiss that followed he took all excuses right out of her mouth. Just like that and it left her longing for him, while he had her exactly where he wanted.

“I’m not a slut you can just fulfil your needs on,” she tried and knew it was pointless. If there was one thing she should know by now it was that he didn’t look at her that way.

“Georgia, please…” he said. She quite liked that he was now basically begging her to have her and she smiled as she realised she could go on with this a little longer.

“What… how do I know you really want me?” she whispered and hoped he didn’t notice how she shivered as he slid his hands down her sides. Then he chuckled as he realised what she tried to do. He slid his hand up her leg, underneath her dress and inside her panties to discover her wetness.

“Damn Georgia…” he groaned as he withdrew his hand. “Does it really matter how much I want you, because you seem to want me either way…” he spoke in a low voice and she trembled, wondering how she had lost control to him so quickly, again. He kissed her before he continued.

“But for what it’s worth, I want you more than I ever thought I would or could,” he said and she looked at him, finding passion in his eyes.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” she mumbled and kicked of her boots. He pulled her closer with his fingers around her belt and she fumbled with the button on his black jeans. Her belt landed on the floor with a bump. He pushed her dress up and her lace panties down. She kicked them aside and followed him to the floor as he sat down.

She cried out loud as he entered her and started to move on top of him. The noise from all the people that were talking downstairs came from very far away as they made love on the hard floor in the dark. He groaned as he laid his hands on her hips for extra support and enjoyed the view of her bouncing up and down on top of him, her dress only covering her breasts. The breasts he wanted to free real bad. He reached out for the clasp on her bra and opened it, pushed her dress up higher and he cupped her breasts in his hands. She leaned in to kiss him and when she buried her face in his neck he heard her breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against him. She started to tremble and moaned loudly, uncontrollably. He had almost forgotten what it was like to watch her come with him inside of her. It felt so good. She tensed her muscles around him and cried out his name, which triggered his own climax.

They sat together then, while the rumour downstairs reminded them of the fact that they had to be very careful, and that what they had done was ridiculously risky. Georgia reached for her panties without moving away from his chest and pulled them on. He leaned back to push his trousers and boxers back up and Georgia lifted herself a little to let him. When he sat up again he wrapped her belt around her waist. She rested her forehead against his while he rested his arms on her small shoulders and she closed her eyes for a moment, still feeling lightheaded.

“I’m gonna call you as soon as I can and it won’t be like this next time, I promise,” he whispered and she smiled, her eyes still closed. He felt her smile more than he could see it.

“I kind of liked it,” she said and he laughed softly.

“Then imagine what it will be like when we have all the time in the world.” She didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking how exactly he thought that would ever happen so she just nodded and chose to believe him.

“I can’t wait…” she whispered.

“Me neither baby,” he kissed her softly.

“We better go now,” she said then and she heard the reluctance in her own voice. Sharing this with him made her remember again why she believed it was worth it. She wanted to stay with him, lay in bed with him, have sex with him, talk to him and eventually fall asleep in his arms again. In had been weeks since that happened and this only made the longing for that kind of intimacy stronger. She stood up and he followed.

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She wiped away a tear from her cheek roughly, as she walked down the small stairs seconds later. It wasn’t guilt this time that made her feel so upset. It was the fact that she had to leave him behind, and the fact that she got herself involved in this kind of relationship. It was so intense and so wrong. The moment she mingled with the rest of the visitors again, all she wanted to do was go home. She looked around but didn’t see Charlie anywhere so she decided to text him on the way home. Downstairs she grabbed her coat and left. The last cab that had been waiting in front of the building just drove off when she came outside and she didn’t want to waste time waiting so she decided to walk instead.

Jon waited another five minutes after Georgia left. Not willing to go down just yet. He felt guilt, but not as strong as he should be feeling it. He didn’t want to face his wife, minutes after Georgia had given him an orgasm like his wife hadn’t done for years. He just wanted to hold Georgia in his arms and watch her fall asleep and that was what he felt guilty for. Dorothea deserved better than that. She was the most amazing woman and he loved her. She had been there when he was at his lowest and she had been there when things were going really well. She kept him grounded. But it was different with Georgia. Everything was different when he was with Georgia. And it wasn’t just the excitement of the forbidden. The things he felt for her went way beyond that, and if it wasn’t going to change he knew he would have to choose. And people would get hurt, really bad no matter what.

When he eventually walked down the stairs Dorothea was right there, looking for him. He smiled.

“What were you doing up there, I thought it was just these two floors?” she said and he nodded.

“Phone call, thought I’d better go somewhere where I could actually understand what it was about.” She believed him. Of course she did. He hadn’t given her a reason not to trust him for years.

That night he lied awake for hours. Thinking through his options. When they came home that night, their youngest son had still been awake. The nanny told him he refused to go to sleep until daddy had come to kiss him good night. As he held that tiny little hand in his and looked into the big innocent eyes of his son, he decided that no matter what he would decide, it all had to wait and he knew Georgia would understand. She didn't seem to have much trouble with him being married before and he had no choice. His babies put all their trust in him, and he could never let them down.