Chapter Five

Page hadn’t been able to sleep the entire time she was at Marc’s house and after what seemed like several hours, she decided to get up. Any of the time she had actually fallen asleep, she kept dreaming of Jessica, Ethan’s former lover. She really hated that bitch and never understood how Ethan could pick Jessica over her? Page didn’t think she was pretty at all, well most men probably liked her body considering she was a stripper but besides that, what did she have that Page didn’t?

She rolled out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom to run a brush through her long brown hair then stood there, studying herself in the mirror. The woman reflected in the mirror looked happy on the outside but down deep, she was incredibly miserable with her life. She had to find a way to get a divorce.

She let out a soft sigh and left the bathroom, walking out of the bedroom. She noticed Marc passed out on the couch the moment she came into the living room and smiled. He was the only man who truly cared about her and she was the luckiest woman in the world to know him, “Thank you Marc,” she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips over his forehead, “Thank you so much for always being here for me.”

She stood there a few more minutes then walked out of the house, making sure to lock it before she pulled the door closed. She didn’t exactly want to walk all the way back to the bar in the middle of the night but she just couldn’t wake Marc up. He needed some rest and she moved across the lawn, stepping onto the street.

It took her a good while to finally reach her car and she went straight home, not even bothering to sneak in. She was at a point where she didn’t care anymore. If Ethan wanted to beat her or rape her, well let him but she’d be gone the minute he left to go out of town.

Which made her think, she didn’t believe he was going away for business, she believed that he had another woman on the side again. Good, she thought with bitterness, maybe he’ll go up there and never come back. That was wishful thinking, she knew, but it would be nice if it came true.

Ethan didn’t stir when she changed her clothes and climbed in the bed and she was thankful. She was determined that things would be different from now on, she would make sure of it. With that on her mind, she finally drifted off to sleep.

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Page avoided Marc for almost a whole week, not being sure exactly what she would say to him when she saw him. It was evident that the two of them had a physical attraction to one another but she couldn’t have an affair. She knew what it was like to be cheated on and even though Ethan would never feel what she had felt, she was determined not to make anyone feel betrayed as he had made her.

The morning that Ethan had left for his trip, Page didn’t get to work until noon. Ethan and her had had a very pleasant morning, surprisingly. They had made love first thing in the morning, then he took her out to breakfast at her favorite restaurant, Ihop. It was just amazing at how sweet and charming he was being towards her. For the first time in a long while, she had actually enjoyed her time with him and it made her feel wonderful. Maybe they could really work their marriage out, that is if he was like that all the time.

Page worked on paper work in the office for a while then sent Greg to lunch as she got to work on some cars. She was under the hood of a white Chevrolet Malibu, doing some tuning when she felt strong, firm hands sliding over her hips. Before she could even turn around, a soft, husky voice whispered in her ear, “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Marc knew he shouldn’t have greeted her this way, his hands moving across her hips only to wrap around her, but he couldn’t help himself. Ever since the night she stayed over, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. And when he’d tried to call her, she never answered. He knew she was avoiding him and he knew why. He understood, he wasn’t sure what he was going to say to her either when they finally got back together. But why delay things, instead, he decided to visit her at work and get it over with.

Page could feel her heart accelerating out of control at just the feel of his lean arms around her waist and she leaned back against his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body. Maybe she was being a tease, but she suddenly didn’t care, “I’m sorry,” she whispered back, rubbing her ass into his crotch, “But you might want to come into my office, someone will see us out in the open.”

Marc reluctantly released his hold on her as she moved away and headed for the office. He watched her for a moment, loving the way she swayed her hips from side to side, as if beckoning him to come to her. He followed after her, opening the door to her office to see her sitting in her chair, her feet propped up on the table, “Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked as he moved to sit on her desk, looking down at her.

“You know why,” she merely replied, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked up at him, “Look Marc, I know I shouldn’t have said those things at your place that night but I was upset and I also know there is an attraction between us but it can’t go anywhere. I’m married to Ethan and would you believe he hasn’t hit him or anything since that night at your place?”

She let out a soft sigh and moved her feet off the desk, letting them drop to the ground, “And I know you hate Ethan, don’t think I don’t remember how you acted to me the entire time I was engaged to him,” she remember vividly. Marc didn’t exactly treat her like shit but he made it well known that she was making a mistake and he was partly right about that, even though she’d never admit it.

“It’s going to be a good while before he abuses you again Page because he fears that you really will leave him,” Marc told her, leaning forward a little and studying her, “The only reason I acted like I did was because I know that you deserve better than that bastard. I knew he wasn’t good for you, I knew he was bad news, that’s why I hate him so much.”

“No,” Page argued, leaning forward to meet his stare, “You hate him because you are jealous of us,” she stood up and started to move away but he grasped her arm. She turned to look at him, helplessly being drawn into his arms, her body sliding between his thighs.

“You know that’s not true,” his voice was full of emotion as he spoke, his arms wrapping around her tightly, “I don’t want to see you get hurt or even killed. He’s dangerous Page and you know it,” he choked on tears, forcing himself to keep talking, “If I lost you, I don’t know what I would do.”

“Oh Marc,” she brought her hands up to run her fingers through his raven colored hair. She didn’t mean what she said about him being jealous, she was just acting stupid because she wanted him as much as he wanted her. And it scared the hell out of her. She could only imagine how Ethan would react if she had an affair and he found out about it. She bit her lip, noticing a single tear sliding down his cheek and she quickly brushed it away with her thumb, “You’re not going to lose me Marc, I promise you.”

“You mean the world to me,” he spoke softly, his hands sliding slowly up and down her back as he looked deeply into her eyes. He studied her for long moments, the two of them just staring at each other, not knowing what else to say. He moved one hand up to her face, his fingers grazing slowly across her cheek before he cupped her chin and brought her lips down against his.

She whimpered softly as her lips touched his and she felt her heart thumping uncontrollably in her chest. Nothing in her life felt as good as his lips against hers and she couldn’t contain the moan that slipped from her lips. It was as if a beast was released and she pressed against him, her fingernails stroking the back of his neck as her lips opened to his plunging tongue.

His tongue directed her lips apart, moving in her mouth to explore the warm depths. Her body was soft against his as his arms wrapped around her to crush her even closer to him. His tongue rubbed, massaged, and fought against hers as his mind began spinning out of control. He hadn’t come here intending to kiss her but here they were, in each others arms and it felt right, like they were always meant to be together.

Her palms moved to touch the contours of his chest through his white button up shirt, her fingertips tracing lines across the muscles beneath. Shocking them both, she took a hold of each side of his shirt and ripped it open, his buttons flying through the air.

“Page…”

“Shut up!” she mumbled against his lips, not wanting to think about what they were doing. If she started to think about it, she knew she would stop herself. She was just entirely going on impulse and it felt great to do something so daring and hot. Someone could easily come to the garage and find them in this position but she didn’t care, she wanted him and she wanted him now.

Getting the point across, his hands moved to her shoulders, shoving her jumpsuit down her arms, “Someone could come in on us,” he told her as she moved away from him to take her jumpsuit off, kicking it to the other side of the room.

“I don’t fucking care,” she heaved out in a harsh breath as she quickly pulled off her shirt, throwing it with her jumpsuit. Without warning, she jumped him, pushing him down on the desk as she straddled his waist. Her lips attacked his in a heated, passionate kiss as her fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans.

Marc had never in his life seen Page this way, shocked when she shoved him down on the desk and climbed over him. He didn’t have a chance to speak though because her lips were instantly against his. He groaned softly into her mouth as his arms went around her to unhook her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders. He tossed it aside and broke the kiss to lean up, sucking one of her taut nipples into his hot mouth.

A soft moan escaped her mouth and she threw back her head, enjoying the feel of his lips to her skin. It felt more wonderful than anything else in the world, nothing at all like how Ethan was with her. He never took the time to please her like this anymore. She cradled his head in her hands, her fingers roaming through his hair.

His mouth released her nipple to trace a moist path across her skin to her other breast where he took that nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention. She tasted so good and felt himself growing into a hard erection. His tongue teased and swirled around the hard peak, then sucking roughly on it. He could already picture himself deeply buried inside her body, pumping inside her, bringing them both to their release.

His mouth was like liquid fire, scorching her flesh and she continued to moan in pleasure, loving every erotic thing he was doing to her body. She knew they had to hurry though and pulled from him, climbing off the desk. She quickly took a hold of the waist band of his jeans and yanked them down along with his boxers to reveal his hard cock.

She smiled in satisfaction that she had aroused him and leaned over to flick her tongue across the head. She slowly took him into her mouth as her fingers worked on pushing her pants down to her ankles, only to step out of them and kick them aside.

Marc gasped when she took him into her mouth and moved his hand to tangle his fingers throughout her hair, “Oh fuck,” he moaned softly as his eyes fluttered closed. She just didn’t know what she was doing to him.

She suddenly pulled from him and took his hands to help him to his feet. A seductive smiled played across her lips as she turned and sat on the desk, opening her legs to give him a nice sight of her. She could already feel the wetness between her thighs and ached for him to be inside her, “Fuck me,” she demanded, reaching forward to grab him by the waist, yanking him between her legs.

His mouth took possession of hers as he wasted no time in swiftly entering her body, driving his full length inside of her. He moaned deeply into her mouth as he devoured her lips, his tongue pushing its way back into her mouth. He couldn’t believe they were doing this, right in her office where anyone could walk in. It made his adrenaline pump at the just the thought of being caught. Being caught would cause horrible problems for the both of them but it was exciting none the less.

“Oh yes,” she whimpered against his mouth, her tongue tangling and fighting with his as her hips arched to accept his every thrust into her body. Her fingers rested on his chest, to move through the soft black hair that covered his chest and stomach. She realized that she couldn’t get enough of him, he was so damn sexy and his mouth, oh his mouth could do wonders, “Fuck me hard,” she pleaded, sliding her hands down his sides to reach around, grabbing his ass in her palms.

He moved inside her quickly, deeply, each thrust plunging into her hard as he tore his lips from hers. He bent his neck to take her nipple back into his mouth, sucking on it roughly as he felt her nails digging into his ass. All thoughts of getting caught were completely gone from his mind now, all that matter was her and he was determined to please her.

It didn’t take long for their bodies to become coated with perspiration, they hips joined together in a heated dance, rocking and grinding together. Page was panting heavily, her head thrown back and eyes closed. Her body was tingling all over and she felt the on come of her orgasm racking through her body. She couldn’t help but tremble against him, her hips pushing into his.

He was rubbing her clit now and she arched her back, the sensation of his lips on her breast and his fingertips on her clit sending her flying over the edge. Her body jerked and squirmed against his, moans falling continually from her mouth as she sweet release took over her.

Her hot cunt squeezed and milked his cock, making Marc groan loudly in response, “Fuck Page,” he moaned, tearing his lips away from her breast to look at her. Her eyes were full of lust and satisfaction as she continued to move with him, finally bringing him to his release.

He collapsed on top of her, his breath hitched as he rested his forehead against the crook of her neck. He took in a few breaths trying to calm his heart when it dawned on him exactly what they had just done. Oh shit, he had just fucked his best friend impulsively. He quickly jerked his head up to the sound of a car pulling into the garage, “Shit,” he cursed softly and pulled back from her in a hurry, yanking up his pants.

Page also jumped up, getting into her clothes as fast as possible as she went to peer out of the door window overlooking the garage. She sighed in relief when she only saw that Greg had returned. Yeah, she didn’t exactly want Greg knowing what just happened but if anyone had to catch them, she was glad it was him. She finished getting dressed and looked over at Marc with his shirt, missing all of the buttons, “Um... sorry about that,” she told him with a sheepish grin on her face.

Marc didn’t have a chance to reply because she shot out the door to talk to Greg and Marc started thinking of ways to get past his nephew with his shirt unbuttoned. Hell, it was hot, why couldn’t he walk around with his shirt undone? He waited a few moments before he joined the other two in the garage, waving to Greg, “Hey Greg,” he greeted with a smile.

“Uncle Marc, hey,” Greg returned the greeting, stepping up to him to give him a hug. If the fact that Marc’s shirt being undone bothered him, he didn’t act like it, “Hey I was thinking we could get together soon, I’ve got a new girlfriend that I’d like for you to meet.”

“Sure, that sounds great,” Marc replied, his eyes wandering over to Page, who appeared to be blushing. Marc hoped Greg hadn’t noticed, “Just give me a call alright, I gotta get going,” he turned to walk away, heading towards his car when he heard Page call out his name.

Page caught up with him and made sure they were out of ear shot before she spoke, “Um, maybe you’d like to come over for dinner tonight? Eight o’clock?” she asked hesitantly, tucking a piece of her brown hair behind her ear as she raised his gaze to his. After what had just happened, she figured they would definitely have to talk about it. She didn’t want their friendship to be ruined over it, which was likely if they didn’t talk about it.

Marc thought about it a moment, then nodded, “Alright,” he agreed and turned to leave. He stopped suddenly and faced her, “Page, I just want you to know that I had no intention of coming here just to…”

Page quickly put a hand up to stop him from saying more. She wasn’t about to discuss this here, especially with Greg back from lunch, “We’ll talk tonight,” she told him and walked away, hoping like hell things wouldn’t turn awkward between them. What was she kidding? Hell yeah things were going to be awkward. She had just had great sex with a sexy ass man who was old enough to be her father. The age difference didn’t really bother her but she had cheated on her husband, had dropped to his level and she suddenly felt like shit.

She disappeared back into her office and began picking up the buttons that were scattered across the room. All the while she was thinking of how she had broken her vows and she slid into her seat, her mind drifting back to when she found out that Ethan was cheating on her.

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“You’ve been cheating on me?” pregnant Page practically yelled at Ethan. They were standing in their room, Page having just walked in on Ethan and his little whore a few minutes before, “What the fuck Ethan? We just found out we’re going to have a baby and you’d rather be here screwing that stripper slut?”

“She’s not a slut,” Ethan tried to defend Jessica, who had scurried out of the room the moment Page had caught them. She was lucky to escape with only a hard slap to the face from Page who just hauled off with all her strength, wanting the bitch’s head to spin, “I care about Jessica.”

“Oh, so not only are you fucking her but you have feelings for her as well?” Page asked, her anger quickly rising. Her fucking husband whom she thought loved her, had been cheating on her. It made her sick to her stomach. Suddenly she yanked up the lamp from the bedside table and threw it at his head, “Stupid bastard, I’m going to my Mom’s.”

Ethan ducked quickly enough not to get hit in the head by the lamp and turned to see it smash against the wall. Page had already shot out of the room and Ethan hurried after her, grabbing her arm before she could run out the front door, “No, don’t go baby, I may care about her but I love you, I want to be with you.”

Page turned to him, slapping him across the face, “I don’t want to hear it,” she wrenched her arm away from his grip and shot out the door. She got to her car and Ethan stood there, watching her as she pulled out of the driveway and left.

As Page drove towards her mom’s house, she decided she didn’t want to go there. She would have to explain what happened and then hear her mom tell her, “I told you so, I knew he wasn’t any good,” and then Page could picture her best friend Marc saying the same thing. Frustrated and angry, she pulled into a Wal-mart parking lot and cut the engine, just as tears began to burn the back of her eyes.

She collapsed against the wheel in tears, unable to believe that the man she loved was cheating on her. And with a whore at that. Stripper’s weren’t necessarily whores, but Page had heard that she sold herself for money on the side. Page sat up slightly and brushed the tears away from her eyes, a flow of new tears taking their place.

She heaved in a breath and tried her best to calm down, but more sobs wracked her body and she sat there for hours. When the sun starting peaking it’s way over the horizon, Page willed herself to get it together and go home. Ethan would be at work by the time she got there and she’d have time to think. No, she’d have time to pack and get the hell out of there.

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Page realized how stupid she was to have even gone back that morning. She had in fact packed her stuff and was ready to leave when Ethan got home. But somehow, someway, he had persuaded her to stay and now Page was regretting her decision more and more everyday. She sighed as she threw Marc’s buttons in her purse so she could fix his shirt later.

Marc. She smiled thinking about Marc, he was the sweetest, respectable, sexiest man she knew. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t believe his hands and mouth hand been on all over her. She closed her eyes and shivered at the memory, suddenly feeling the moistness back between her thighs.

Her nipples tightened at the thought of his lips sucking on them and she exhaled heavily. She forced her eyes to open and groaned loudly. He was coming to dinner tonight, unless he backed out, and she’d have to see him again. How would she be able to face him without wanting to rip his clothes off and fuck him again?

“I’m so fucked. Fucked, fucked, fucked…” she told herself as her eyes glanced over at the clock. She still had a couple hours left and a lot of paper work to do. She glanced around the small room and wondered just how in the hell she’d be able to work in here again. They had fucked right on top of her desk, “Damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell,” she cursed softly and closed her eyes for a few moments before going through her paper work, forcing herself to concentrate. She’d think about everything else later.