We Belong Together

Gianna never meant to fall this hard. One reckless night after too many drinks at the office and now she can't stop. They were supposed to keep it simple, keep it secret. Instead they stole minutes in conference rooms and full afternoons in hotel beds. Every time Gianna gave more, and Chanel took everything. Then the fear set in. Chanel ended it. Clean. Final. Until Gianna shows up at her front door in nothing but a long coat and a flash of lace, a hard drive tucked under one arm. One look and the carefully built walls crack. Chanel tries to turn her away, but Gianna pins her against the hallway wall and whispers exactly what that drive contains. The choice is simple. Upstairs. Now. Once the bedroom door shuts, Gianna peels the coat open and pushes Chanel onto the bed. She straddles her face first, lowering until Chanel’s mouth finds her. Hips roll, slow then urgent, while Gianna’s hands slide down to cup full breasts, thumbs circling stiff nipples. She leans forward, spreads Chanel wide, and sinks two fingers deep. The wet sound fills the room. Chanel’s moans turn to sharp cries as Gianna works her faster, curling just right until her thighs shake. They flip. Chanel settles over Gianna’s mouth, riding her tongue while Gianna’s fingers stay buried inside her. Every grind draws another gasp. Sweat beads. The mattress creaks. Downstairs the husband watches television, unaware that upstairs his wife is coming hard against another woman’s tongue, biting her own wrist to stay quiet and failing. Gianna doesn’t stop. She drags out every aftershock until Chanel is trembling and spent, then kisses her deep so they both taste it. The affair is far from finished. They both know it.