|About the Book|
Cheating on your husband with another man is one thing... cheating on your husband with a co-worker you just met in an abandoned elevator is... well... cool too!It was beyond my control as I watched her walk from table-to-table across the way, her finely sculpted ass staring me down as she hunched over each desk, arching the edge of her ass towards me as she pressed her small, cone shaped breast firmly against the surface. She moved with such elegance, such conviction—swaying her hips erotically from side-to-side, her hips were like a hypnotic drug, a whimsical melody that played out before my eyes, captivating me with each step, each sway. I was enthralled by her beauty, fascinated by her sway of her long dark blond hairs as it cascaded softly down her shoulders stopping just below the explicit outline of her firm toned breasts. God how I wanted to claim her as my own, make her mine, yet I knew she was married… to a surgeon no less, thus for a time I gave up on that vision, a vision that would come to me only hours later.