C.A.K.E

“What took you so long?”

Karma pulls her afternoon paramour into the house by his lapels.

She snuck out of her office over an hour ago. After giving Frome an excuse about having to check on a sick family member, she all but ran to her car. He calls and she comes running. He's just about the only man who can get her to ask how high whenever he says jump.

He slams the front door of Casper and Karma's home and comes toward her. “Since I'm so late, you should already be naked.”

“Now, why would I do all the work for you?” She smirks at him.

He kisses her. “Your husband called me yesterday.”

“You mean your brother.”

“I mean your husband.” He pushes her jacket down her shoulders and starts kissing her neck.

“What did he want?”

“To bitch and moan about you.” He picks her up, and she wraps her legs around him. “Can't blame him. You are a handful.”

“Just a handful,” she asks, smiling into his brown eyes.

“You're more than he can handle.” He grabs her ass, as their tongues collide with heated abandon. “That's for damn sure.”

Karma and her lover make their way to her and Casper's bedroom. He throws her on the bed and she kicks off her heels. She yanks off his suit jacket and tie and tosses them across the room. He helps her slip out of her jacket. She rips open his shirt, exposing his toned chest.

He tears the nylons from her slender legs, then smiles at the discovery that she isn't wearing any underwear. They grope and caress each other with a hectic urgency. He unzips her sleeveless dress, before slipping the garment over her head. Now naked before him, she can't undo his pants quickly enough. She's been thinking about him all day.

“Turn around,” he demands.

Karma does as he asks, and kneels on the bed. He doesn't touch her at first, just takes in her nude body that's ready to do his bidding. Then he leans down to taste her. She moans as his tongue traces figure eights along her warm folds. He slips his fingers inside her, and she gasps.

She doesn't need any warm-up exercises. Karma's been raring to go since he called. “Baby, don't tease me.”

The bed shifts underneath his weight as he climbs on the bed behind her. He kisses her back as he continues to massage her erogenous zone.

“Beg me for it.” He leans over and bites her shoulder.

“Please, baby ...” She bites her lip. “Give me that dick.”

Karma surprises herself at the things she says and does with him. She would never let Casper take control in the bedroom. Not as if he would ever try to be the dominant one.

She feels him rubbing against her. “How bad you want it?”

“Mmm ... real bad.”

“You need this dick?”

“More than air, baby.” Karma continues to plead and stroke his ego.

Then he obliges her requests and starts to move inside her. He pulls her hair as they grind against each other in a dirty rhythm.

oh, shit

bedroom, while she betrays her husband's trust in their marital bed. As pleasure ripples through her body, there's little room for remorse. But even if Casper's brother wasn't clouding her mind with his magic

is different from Casper.

whim like a lovesick puppy. Cain, however, couldn't give a shit about Karma's affinity for barking orders. He's too

she could mold him. And because everything he touches seems to turn to gold. He looks good on her resume. Even in high school, she was more concerned with what dating the most likable guy

a slight stutter. And he was always just Casper's little brother who hung around in his

the ad business, and adopted a new, flashier attitude. He was beginning to catch her attention. But he was

up with Cain. Lying to Casper about her whereabouts, and becoming more and more resentful of the playful ways she once found so charming about him. She's been keeping up the charade for almost a year now. And the fact that Casper doesn't seem to

she's singing his praises through every minute

grasp Cain's thigh. “Stop. You hear

don't hear shit, but you loving this dick.” He

Casper's voice calls out to

“Shit,” she mutters.

pushes Cain away from her, sending his body

forehead

pile of

her shredded stockings underneath the bed. Cain is stepping into his pants again when the doorknob begins to turn. Karma rushes to the door, and into the hallway before Casper can see how much his

throat. “What are you doing

“Took a half-day.”

blow off work. That's not the kind

has toward his work nowadays. He has this insane idea that he'll

of Forbes magazine. And she belongs at his side on the newsstand, gracing the cover of Time. They are destined to be the world's newest

Oprah and Stedman dynamic. Stedman and Casper both would be content to hold a handbag,

She can't be a member of the Senate with a husband who writes softcore

rant until Casper stops her harsh

she isn't with Frome working on her

and stumble all over herself, like the guilty criminals who she tortures on the witness stand.

to raise questions about the lies she's feeding him. Any other time he would just accept what she's saying without firing

bedroom. He's cloaked his muscular form in that slick Kenneth Cole suit again and smoothed over

takes slow steps towards Karma and Casper, a smirk lighting up his face. He smiles at Casper,

head for the door. But not before stealing a few good feels from Karma right in front of Casper. She tenses at his

come on. He had to notice that Cain's hands near her ass were not a mistake. And he wonders why she doesn't respect him. As Casper

Casper places his arm around Cain. Even hugs him like he's the best

would do anything for Cain. No one can

between them started, Karma has always gotten the impression that Cain enjoys it more than he should. She's no saint by far. Her adulterous ways don't

It should at least cause him a few sleepless nights that he's fucking his brother's wife in his

like a baby next to his wife, Manali. She bets he goes home and kisses the kids, knowing he just

two men talking outside and heads back to the bedroom to make sure the crime scene is presentable. She makes a cursory attempt to untangle the rumpled sheets, but then she hears footsteps coming back into the house. So she opts to throw the comforter over the bed, and toss a couple of fallen pillows on top of it. She dashes into the bathroom, just as Casper is walking

smooths over her clothes and brushes her mane back into its polished chignon. Cain did a number on her hair and makeup. That man is rough, but that's what she likes. She smiles at the lingering feel of his touch

you say something?” she asks, peeking her head

off her plan to get together with the Stones

Arden. But Casper is well trained. He wouldn't dream of touching another woman. Her position as Mrs. Casper Callaghan is safe.

en-suite and glimpses her rings resting on the nightstand near Casper. In her haste to get out of the house this morning, she must have forgotten them. Lately, she doesn't notice whether or not they're on her hand.

of marriage was left on the side

troubles her, but she's late. And whatever woes Casper has at the