He straightened up, broom in hand, and caught Linda glaring at him from across the room.

“Stop fondling my legs and sweep,” she snapped, his voice rough with exasperation. I reached her deeper and deeper, and her walls tightened around my shaft.

“You are deep now,” she said and grasped her pillow, her entire body throbbing with desire. She stayed inside him, softening slowly, her face buried in his neck–her neck–her lips brushing his skin as she caught her breath.

“Shit,” he whispered, his voice hoarse in her throat, a grin tugging at his lips.

“Yeah,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against him, and neither of them moved, the heat still simmering beneath the wreckage.

Ken lay beneath her, his breath still ragged in her throat, the torn pantyhose a sticky mess clinging to his legs. He bent again to scoop the pieces into the dustpan, letting the blouse gape open just a little more, knowing she’d notice.

Linda’s jaw tightened,Fucking his face twisting into a scowl she’d perfected over years of dealing with him.