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The Adultery Shuffle
Hotel Desks to be Avoided at all Costs
I ducked my head. I did the adultery shuffle. It was all familiar now — I knew the routine.
Where were the elevators? How quickly could I get in and out so no one could see me? Ignore the receptionist. Pretend I knew where I was going.
Years of cheating had made me an expert.
Except for this one time.
My former lover paid for the room. We had a delicious escapade on a Wednesday afternoon. I was on cloud nine, riding that sex high for all it was worth. My brain had left the building.
“Dammit! I left my favorite rabbit vibrator in the room!?” I muttered as I walked into the parking lot. I rummaged in my purse — that bright pink silicone wasn’t there.
How much do I want it? Way too much.
I loved that vibrator. That U-shaped bad boy had me cumming in seconds flat. It was very expensive and worth every freaking penny..
It was under the sheets, and I forgot to look.
Sex on the brain strikes again.
My lover had already left. He was in a rush to beat traffic and get back home.
Damn. What should I do?
