Late Night Repairs

Chapter 1: Unexpected Overtime

I knocked on Lisa’s door at half-past nine, the weight of a long day dragging at my shoulders. 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. The door swung open, and there she was—Lisa, with her long, dark hair pulled into a messy bun that spilled curls over her shoulder, a tight skirt hugging her hips, and a blouse that left just enough to the imagination. Her green eyes glinted with something I couldn’t quite place.

'Hey, savior,' she purred, leaning against the doorframe, her voice dripping with a teasing edge. 'I was starting to think you’d leave me high and dry.'

I chuckled, brushing past her with my toolkit. 'Wouldn’t dream of it. Let’s get this done quick—my wife’s probably pacing the house by now.'

Lisa smirked, closing the door with a deliberate click. 'Oh, come on, she can wait. You’re here to fix *my* problems tonight.' The way she emphasized ‘my’ sent a jolt down my spine, but I shook it off, focusing on the laptop sprawled across her coffee table.

It didn’t take long—just a loose connection and a quick reboot. I leaned back on her plush couch, wiping my hands on my jeans. 'All set. I should head out. It’s late.'

Her eyes narrowed, a predatory glint flashing as she stepped closer. 'Late? Darling, the night’s just getting started.' Before I could stand, Lisa was on me, straddling my lap with a force that pinned me to the couch. Her skirt rode up, revealing smooth thighs that pressed against mine, and her scent—something sweet and intoxicating—filled the air.

'Lisa, what the hell—' I started, but she cut me off, one hand wrapping around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, while the other slid down my chest with purpose.

'Shh,' she whispered, her lips hovering inches from mine, hot breath teasing my skin. 'Your little bitch can wait. You’re mine right now, and I’m not letting go.' Her words were sharp, a challenge wrapped in velvet, and I felt my resolve waver as heat surged through me.

'This isn’t right,' I managed, though my voice lacked conviction. My hands instinctively gripped her hips, and she grinned, wicked and triumphant.

'Oh, it’s *very* right,' she shot back, her hand dipping lower, deft fingers undoing my belt with a practiced flick. 'You’ve been eyeing me for months. Don’t play the saint now.' Her touch was electric as she freed me, my cock already hard under her gaze, and I cursed under my breath at how easily she’d unraveled me.

'Lisa, we can’t—' My protest died as she shifted, lifting herself just enough to position over me, her eyes locked on mine with a fierce, unyielding hunger. 'Too late,' she hissed, lowering herself slowly, deliberately, until I was buried inside her wet, dripping heat. A low groan escaped me, and she laughed—a sharp, victorious sound.

'See? You’re already in deep, lover boy,' she taunted, her hips rocking with a rhythm that made my head spin. 'You’ve cheated on your precious little wife now. Might as well enjoy it.'

I was sweating, panting, caught in the storm of her, and as her movements quickened, I knew there was no turning back from the edge we were hurtling toward.