She was still bent over, thighs quivering, his c*m leaking down her leg when her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
She didn’t reach for it.
He did.
He picked it up, glanced at the name, and grinned dark. “It’s him.”
Her heart slammed in her chest. “Don’t—”
He answered.
“Hey, babe,” he said, voice low and casual, like he wasn’t wrist-deep in another man’s wife. “She’s a little tied up right now.”
She gasped, scrambling up, but he pressed a hand to her back, keeping her pinned to the mattress. She could still feel him inside her, softening but not leaving.
The line crackled. Her husband’s voice filtered through, confused. “Who the hell is this?”
“She’s at the shop,” the mechanic said smoothly, dragging his c**k out slow. “Getting her tires rotated. Among other things.”
“Put her on th
