My husband's mistress is a Man 5

My husband's mistress is a Man 5

“Hello, Mrs. Gray. I brought you lunch,” Avery said sweetly, stepping just behind Zane as they entered June’s office.

June looked up, visibly surprised..but only the soft curve of her lips gave her away. Her expression remained composed, carefully measured.

“How wonderful, Avery,” she replied smoothly, removing her work glasses with an air of slow precision. “I appreciate the gesture, but you really shouldn’t have bothered.”

She looked divine..dangerous, even..in that bottle-green blouse and black pencil skirt that hugged every sultry inch of her frame. Her cleavage shimmered beneath the office light like it had been deliberately highlighted. That innocent baby face didn’t match the body of a woman who could ruin lives with just a glance.

Zane’s jaw clenched. His eye twitched.

Had he just walked in on his replacement?

Was this June’s new toy?

Avery smiled shyly. “You’ve done so much..letting me stay at your home. It’s just my little way of saying thank you.”

Sweet words, polite tone. But Zane could see through it..too sweet, too polite. The kind of sweetness that masked ambition. Or worse..desire.

He didn’t trust him. And he didn’t like that June’s eyes hadn’t left Avery once.

“Zane,” June’s voice cut clean through the air, cool and commanding.

He straightened at the sound. “Yes, Mrs. Gray?”

“You can leave us now.”

Her smile was polite. Amused. She’d seen it..the flicker of jealousy. And she liked it. Liked knowing Zane still considered her his, whether he said it aloud or not.

“Yes, Mrs. Gray,” he said tightly.

He glanced at Avery once more. Measured. Dismissive. Then turned and walked out.

June didn’t speak for a moment. She waited..not because she needed to, but because silence was its own form of power. And she enjoyed the performance of it all.

Finally, she stood.

“A way of thanking me?” Her brow lifted in subtle mockery.

Avery nodded. “You and Mr. Gray have been very kind.”

He stood in tailored pencil trousers that left nothing to the imagination. The fabric did little to disguise the thick print of his cock, which looked absurd on someone with such a soft, cherubic face. An almost poetic contradiction.

June’s eyes lingered..and when she didn’t bother to look away, it made him squirm.

He had only been with men before. That much he knew of himself. But June Gray..since the first moment he met her yesterday..had been undoing what he thought were fixed truths. She exuded the kind of command that made a man question his own rules.

Without hesitation, June closed the distance between them. Her manicured hand reached down, bold as brass, and stroked her palm over the outline in his pants.

“There are many ways to thank me, Avery,” she murmured, her voice like warm honey laced with something darker. “And they have nothing to do with food.”

Her breath brushed against his throat, lips grazing skin. “You could do more with that mouth of yours…”

She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. Her fingers rubbed him again through his trousers, her lips pressing softly, deliberately against his neck.

Avery whimpered. A breathy, shaky sound that made her smirk against his skin. His knees nearly buckled.

But then..

Knock knock.

“Ma’am?” Zane’s voice cut through the thick air like a blade. “Mr. Gray is here to see you.”

Avery flinched, stepping back automatically.

June didn’t. Her hand remained a second longer..just to prove a point..before she withdrew and walked back to her desk like nothing had happened.

“Bring him up,” she said without missing a beat.

“Yes, ma’am.” Zane’s voice held something bitter. She smiled to herself.

She adjusted her seat and crossed one leg over the other as she looked at Avery again.

“Sit,” she said simply.

Avery obeyed, cheeks still flushed, lips slightly parted. He sat down opposite her, still visibly shaken. Still hard.

June returned to reviewing the document in front of her. Calm. Poised. Like his arousal didn’t still throb between them in the room.

After a beat, she spoke again..her tone conversational.

“Mr. Gray won’t stay long. He rarely does.” She flipped a page. “But it would be wise for you to keep your head down while he’s here. He likes to be the only man in the room with a hard-on for me.”

Avery’s face went crimson.

“Yes, Mrs. Gray.”

She smiled slightly, still not looking at him. But her voice dropped..silk turning into smoke.

“I didn’t ask if you understood, Avery. I asked if you were wise.”

The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Elias stepped into the office with his usual composed gait, eyes flicking over the room once before they landed on June. He registered Avery sitting opposite her, stiff-backed and flushed, but if he noticed anything unusual, he didn’t show it.

June, for her part, looked up with the mildest of smiles. As if she hadn’t just had her hand wrapped around Avery’s cock not two minutes ago.

"Elias," she said, coolly. "You're early."

"Traffic wasn't hell for once." He walked in, kissing her cheek lightly before his gaze turned to Avery. "Hey. I didn’t know you were stopping by."

"Brought me lunch,isn't he a darling?" June answered for him.

Avery managed a polite nod. "Elias."

Elias gave a small smile. The cousin-type. Easy. Familiar. But not overly warm. "Appreciate that. June's got a habit of forgetting to eat."

"I don't forget," June murmured, eyes on her husband. "I reprioritize."

He grinned. "Same thing."

She tilted her head. "Are we here to talk about semantics or strategy?"

He raised a brow. "You tell me."

She stood, brushing invisible dust off her skirt. "Come on. You didn’t just drop in."

"No. I didn’t."

He stepped closer, pulling a folded document from the inside of his blazer. "Brand visuals for the Northern campaign. I want you to take a look."

She took it, flipping through with expert precision. He studied her. Elias always studied.

"It’s clean. Sleek. Too safe."

"Safe sells."

"Safe bores."

"So what, you want sex and flames?"

June smiled. "Not always. But I want to feel something."

Avery sat, hands folded too tightly in his lap, trying to pretend he wasn’t listening while his cock still throbbed.

Elias nodded at him. "You planning to stick around?"

Avery blinked. "Oh..I mean, I didn’t.."

"He just dropped off lunch," June cut in smoothly. "But he can stay if you’d like."

Elias shrugged. "Up to him."

June turned to Avery. "Stay."

That wasn't a suggestion.

Avery nodded, quietly. "Alright."

Elias stepped around the desk. One hand landed on her waist, firm. She didn’t pull away.

"You’re not usually this agreeable," she teased.

"I’m not usually in the mood."

"And now?"

He didn’t answer. Just pulled her closer and kissed her.

It wasn’t the polite, public kiss of a married couple..it was the kind that tasted like ownership. Mouths open. Tongues. His hand gripping her lower back like he could mold her to him.

June didn’t resist. Didn’t even flinch.

Avery looked down.

When Elias finally pulled back, June was slightly breathless..but she covered it well.

He glanced at Avery again. "Need a ride?"

Avery hesitated. "I.."

"Yes, he does," June said immediately.

Her tone brooked no argument.

Elias blinked. "Alright, then. Come on. I’m headed back downtown."

Avery stood slowly, careful with his posture. "Thanks."

June walked with them to the door. She reached out, letting her fingers trail slowly down her own breasts as she winked teasingly at Avery. Just subtle enough.

He swallowed hard.

Elias didn’t notice.

The door clicked shut behind them.

June returned to her desk, calmly.

Game on!