Late Night Fix

**Chapter 1: The Unexpected Repair**

The clock was ticking past 9 PM when I knocked on Liza’s door, my toolbox in hand. My wife’s best friend had called in a panic about her computer crashing right before a big deadline. I figured I’d be in and out in thirty minutes—fix the damn thing and get home to my waiting wife, Sarah. But as the door swung open, I knew thirty minutes might not cut it.

Liza stood there, her long, dark hair pulled into a messy bun with a few rogue strands curling around her sharp jawline. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to tease, and that tight little skirt hugged her hips like it was painted on. She smirked, her green eyes glinting with something dangerous. 'You’re late, handyman,' she purred, stepping aside to let me in. 'I was starting to think you’d leave me all alone with my... problems.'

I chuckled, brushing past her, the faint scent of her perfume—something spicy and intoxicating—hitting me hard. 'Let’s just get this over with, Liza. Sarah’s already blowing up my phone wondering where I am.'

She followed me to her cluttered desk, leaning over just enough to give me a view I didn’t need. 'Oh, Sarah can wait. She’s always so... needy. Don’t you ever get tired of playing the good husband?' Her voice dripped with mockery as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. 'I bet she doesn’t even know how to handle a man like you.'

I shot her a look, trying to focus on the computer screen. 'Keep talking, Liza. I’m here to fix your tech, not your attitude.'

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight down my spine. 'Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Me. You. Right here.' She stepped closer, her breath hot against my ear. 'I’ve seen the way you look at me when Sarah’s not around.'

I clenched my jaw, my fingers pausing on the keyboard. 'You’re playing a dangerous game.'

'Dangerous is my favorite kind,' she shot back, her hand brushing my shoulder as she straightened up. 'Fix the damn thing, then. But don’t pretend you’re in a rush to get back to your little wifey.'

Ten minutes later, the computer was humming again, and I was ready to bolt. 'All done. I’m heading out. It’s late.'

Liza’s eyes narrowed, and before I could grab my toolbox, she was in front of me, blocking my path to the door. 'Oh, no you don’t. It’s too late for you to just run off.' Her tone was sharp, commanding, as she pushed me back toward the couch. I stumbled slightly, caught off guard by her strength, and before I could react, she was on me—straddling my lap, her skirt riding up to reveal smooth, tanned thighs.

'Liza, what the hell—' I started, but she cut me off, her voice a fierce whisper.

'Your bitch can wait. She’s not going anywhere. But you? You’re mine right now, and I’m not letting you go.' Her hand snaked around my neck, pulling me closer, while the other slid down to my jeans, deftly unzipping them. My breath hitched as her fingers found me, pulling my cock free with a wicked grin. 'Look at you. Already so hard for me.'

I groaned, my hands instinctively gripping her hips, but I couldn’t push her away. Not when she lifted herself just enough, her eyes locked on mine, and slowly, deliberately, sank down onto me. Her pussy was tight, wet, dripping with heat, and I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through me.

'That’s it,' she hissed, her nails digging into my shoulder. 'Don’t fight it. It’s too late now. You’re inside me. You’ve already betrayed your little bitch.'

Her words stung, but the way she moved—confident, relentless—had me sweating, panting, my mind a haze of lust. I was in deep, and there was no turning back.