I could barely speak as I witnessed her getting ready. As I watched her adjust herself so that she looked undeniably sexy, so alluring and tempting that no man in her right man would be able to deny her. So perfect that Eddie would have no choice but to give in, because he was a man and she was a woman and sometimes bonds and vows crumble in the face of overwhelming need.

And I was aware of how this was all affecting me. I could feel myself achingly hard in my pants, throbbing with a need that I could deny with words but never ignore. The truth of it was pounding through my veins, carried by the words of all those men who had been in my place before and had found the temptation impossible.

So wrong, but drawing them in all the same. Knowing they shouldn’t, but wanting it with every inch of themselves.

“It’s not working,” I lied, “The feed is dead or something. I’m trying to get it up and running but it’s not working yet so I need you to stay.”

“Stay?” he asked me, his tone telling me that he sensed there was something wrong with me.

I clenched my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, spitting out my words with the force required to say them. A war within me, one where the darkness was winning.

“Don’t hold back,” I insisted, knowing that it would spell my doom, “Keep going. Do whatever it takes. We need proof. I need to know she’s willing to do whatever it takes. Do it, Eddie. Do it for me.”

And before he could speak another word of protest I hung up my phone, slamming it down on the desk too hard and leaning into the screen as I watched him slip his phone away just in time for her to reenter the room.

“There we go,” she said, swaying her hips as she walked up to him and bent at the waist to give him his drink, giving him one hell of a view down her dress at the same time.

He took the drink without a word, swallowing hard and taking a nervous sip while he watched her bend back up.

They were silent, him sitting and her standing there. And aside from that first tentative sip, neither of them drank.

Eddie’s hand was shaking as he placed his glass on the side table next to him and he watched as she walked over and placed hers next to his.

“Not thirsty?” he asked, staring up at her as he fidgeted with nervous energy.

“Not really,” she said, “Not for that at least.”

Slowly and deliberately she lifted her foot, placing it on the arm of the couch in front of him. Her leg was on full display for him, her dress stretched over it and flowing lightly down. She plucked at the fabric, drawing it slowly up her thigh.

“What’s it going to take for you to realize Eddie?” she asked him, “Do I have to be obvious?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Eve,” he said to her.

“Don’t play coy with me,” she said, “I don’t like my men coy and subtle. You and I both know what I want here, what I’ve wanted for so long.”

The dress slid up her thigh and when her fingers reached the hem she shifted it aside, baring that space between her legs to him. And baring is absolutely the right word because somewhere along the line she’d pulled off her panties.

Moving forward she slid down over him, delicately and deliberately placing each of her knees on either side of him before lowering himself into her lap.

“I want you, Eddie,” she said, “I want you and I need you.”

Her fingers found his shoulders and ran down his arms. She was playing with him, toying with him like a cat with a mouse as she drew closer and closer to his hands and her hips began to move and lightly grind on him.

“Eve,” he said, “You’re married. To my best friend no less.”

“I see the way you look at me Eddie,” she said, “I see the way you’ve always looked at me. I know that you want this.”

“It’s wrong,” he said.

“Who cares,” she replied, finding his hands and bringing them to her thighs she began to slide them up her smooth skin, “Who gives a damn when wrong can feel so fucking right.”