The room was quiet now except for our slow breathing and the soft rustle of sheets. Lara lay half on top of me, cheek pressed to my chest, one leg hooked over my thigh. Her garter straps were still clipped to her stockings, the black lace digging gently into her skin. My left arm was wrapped around her back, keeping her close, while my right hand rested on one of her heavy breasts—fingers lazily circling the soft curve, thumb brushing her nipple every few seconds.

She lifted her head just enough to look at me, dark eyes lazy and satisfied. Her hand slid down my stomach again, fingers wrapping around my dick—still half-hard and slick from earlier. She gave it a slow, gentle stroke, feeling it twitch in her palm.

"So mister handsome..." she said, voice low and playful, "...tell me, do you have a girlfriend or someone?"

I let out a small breath, hand squeezing her breast once.

"Not really..." I said.

She raised an eyebrow, smirking a little.

"That’s weird. I thought you must have girls all lined up for you."

"Haha, I do get asked out sometimes," I said, shrugging one shoulder. "But I’m not interested in a relationship with anyone right now."

I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth—sucking softly, tongue flicking over the hard peak. She hummed low in her throat, arching just a little into my touch.

I didn’t mention Aeri. No reason to bring her up here. This was work—good work, fun work—but still just work. Mixing personal stuff in would only make things messy. So I kept my mouth shut about the girl in the hospital bed, the one I actually cared about.

Lara’s hand kept moving—slow, steady strokes that were starting to wake me up again.

"Ahmm... I see..." she said, smirking wider. "Maybe because you get to fuck every day, you’re more than satisfied already."

I pulled off her nipple with a soft pop and looked up at her.

"Maybe... who knows." I gave a small grin. "A great, loving woman like you is on my bed right now... why should I bother myself with young, arrogant girls?"

I shifted fast—rolling her onto her back in one smooth move so I was on top, chest pressed to hers, one knee nudging her thighs apart. My voice dropped lower, more commanding.

"Ahmm... such a man slut you are..." she said, exhaling sharp as my weight settled over her. The words came out half-teasing, half-breathless, her cheeks flushing darker.

I smirked down at her, hand sliding up to cup the side of her face.

"Only for the right ones," I said, then kissed her—slow at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against hers while my hips rocked forward just enough to let her feel me getting hard again against her thigh.

She moaned into my mouth, fingers digging into my shoulders.

"You’re trouble, Ezra..." she whispered when we broke apart, eyes half-lidded.

I leaned down and kissed along her jaw, then down her neck.

The sheets were a tangled, damp mess around us. Lara lay on her back now, legs parted, one knee bent so her stocking-clad foot rested flat on the mattress. I hovered over her, weight braced on one forearm beside her head, the other hand resting low on her stomach. My dick—still hard, still slick from earlier—rested heavy against her inner thigh, tip brushing her folds every time one of us shifted.

"Tell me about you, miss..." I said in a low, teasing drawl, leaning closer until my lips almost touched her ear. My breath moved a strand of hair off her cheek.

"What about me?" she asked, smiling slow and lazy. One eyebrow lifted in that playful challenge she kept throwing at me all night.

I slid my hips forward just enough so the head of my dick nudged her entrance—gentle, barely there, but enough to make her breath hitch.

"You’re here behind your husband’s back," I said, voice dropping lower, "sleeping with another man..." I rubbed the length of my cock slowly up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness again. "How much of this do you enjoy, huh...?"

"Ahmm...I don’t do it that much..." Her voice came out shaky, already gasping. Her hips tilted up automatically, chasing the pressure.

I gave her cheek a light slap—not hard, just enough to make her eyes flutter.

"So you decided to lie, huh?" I asked, sliding my thumb across her lower lip. She opened immediately. I pushed it inside. Her tongue curled around it right away, sucking softly while her cheeks flushed darker.

"Tell me honestly," I said, keeping my dick moving—slow, teasing glides from clit to entrance and back up again. "While you’re sucking my thumb like a good girl."

She giggled around my thumb, the sound muffled and dirty. Then she pulled off just enough to speak.

"Every once in a week... maybe..." she admitted, eyes rolling back a little as I pressed harder against her clit on the next pass.

I tapped the head of my cock lightly against her cunt—once, twice—making wet little sounds.

"And you’re calling *me* a man slut," I said, smirking, "while being a whore yourself."

"Fuck you..." she breathed, but she was smiling—wide, breathless, cheeks burning. Her legs shivered, thighs trying to close around my hips like she couldn’t stand the teasing anymore.

I lowered myself fully now—chest pressing to her breasts, one hand sliding up to cradle the side of her neck while the other kept my dick right where it was, rubbing, pressing, never quite giving her what she wanted.

"Are you loving it?" I asked, voice quiet and rough against her lips.

"Yeah..." she whispered, eyes locked on mine. "A lot..."

Her hips bucked up again—small, desperate jerks—trying to catch me inside her.

I kissed her once—slow, deep—then pulled back just enough to watch her face while I kept teasing.

"Beg for it," I said softly.

She laughed—shaky, needy—then bit her lip.

"Please..." she breathed. "Stop playing and fuck me already... I need it..."