**Chapter 1: The Unexpected Repair**
The clock was ticking past 9 PM when I knocked on Lisa’s door, my toolbox in hand. My wife’s best friend had called in a panic about her busted computer, and I, the ever-reliable tech guy, couldn’t say no. Lisa opened the door, her long, dark hair swept into a messy bun that cascaded over her shoulder, a few rogue strands teasing her sharp cheekbones. Her tight blouse hugged her curves, and that little skirt? Barely covering what it needed to. She smirked, leaning against the doorframe, her green eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place.
“Late night hero, huh? Come in, savior,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery as she stepped aside. “Hope your wife doesn’t mind me stealing you for a bit.”
I chuckled, brushing past her, the faint scent of her jasmine perfume hitting me like a punch. “She’s used to it. Let’s get this done quick, though. It’s late, and she’s probably pacing by now.”
Lisa led me to her cluttered desk, her hips swaying just enough to make me question my focus. She pointed at the ancient desktop. “It’s been acting like a stubborn bitch. Fix it, and I might owe you more than a thank you.” Her tone was teasing, but her gaze lingered on me, heavy and deliberate.
I got to work, trying to ignore the way she hovered, her breath warm against my neck as she leaned over to ‘watch.’ “You’re good with your hands, aren’t you?” she murmured, her lips dangerously close to my ear. “Bet you’re good at fixing more than just tech.”
I shot her a sidelong glance, my jaw tightening. “Lisa, behave. I’m a married man.”
She laughed, low and throaty, stepping back to perch on the edge of the couch. “Oh, come on. Don’t play the saint with me. I’ve seen the way you look at me when your little wifey isn’t around. Hungry. Curious.”
I gritted my teeth, focusing on the screen, but her words stung with a truth I didn’t want to admit. “I’m here to fix your computer, not your fantasies. Let’s keep this professional.”
“Professional?” She snorted, crossing her legs, the skirt riding up just enough to make my pulse spike. “Sweetie, the second you walked in, professional went out the window. Why don’t you take a break? Sit with me for a minute. It’s late, and I’m... lonely.”
I sighed, shutting the laptop with a click. “One minute, Lisa. Then I’m out. My wife’s waiting.”
Her eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing as I moved toward the couch. Before I could sit, she pounced—literally. In a blur, she straddled me, pinning me down with surprising strength, her thighs clamping around my hips. “Your wife can wait. That bitch isn’t going anywhere,” she hissed, her voice sharp as a blade. “You’re mine right now, and I’m not letting go.”
“Lisa, what the hell—” I started, but her hand snaked around my neck, pulling me close, while the other dove straight for my pants, deft fingers unzipping with purpose. My breath hitched as she freed me, my cock already betraying me, hard and aching under her touch. “Stop, we can’t—”
“Shh,” she cut me off, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she lifted herself just enough, her skirt bunching up to reveal she wasn’t wearing a damn thing underneath. “Too late, darling. You’re already in too deep.” Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself onto me, her wet heat enveloping me inch by torturous inch. I groaned, my hands instinctively gripping her hips, even as my mind screamed to push her off. “See? You’ve already cheated on your little bitch. Might as well enjoy it.”
Her words were venom, but her body was fire, and as she started to move, I knew I was in trouble—deep, dripping, horny trouble.
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