"Got it," I said with a nod before leaving the study.
I headed back to my room, which I hadn't been in for ages, planning to change into some nicer pajamas before heading over to Sophia's place.
As soon as I walked in, I bumped into Scarlett, fresh out of the bathroom and wrapped in just a towel.
Her towel was barely hanging on, and the slightest touch from me made it drop to the floor.
Her full breasts bounced a bit without the towel's support, and I couldn't help but get excited.
Scarlett looked like she was about to scream, startled by my sudden entrance.
But with Ryan still in the next room, a scream would definitely get his attention.
I quickly covered her mouth with one hand, wrapped my other arm around her waist, spun her around, and kicked the door shut.
Pinning Scarlett against the door, I used the hand around her waist to lock it from the inside.
"Don't scream, Ryan's still in the study," I whispered, covering her mouth with one hand and making a shushing gesture with the other.
Scarlett nodded, and as I felt her mouth relax under my hand, I let go.
"Why are you showering in my room?" I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.
My warm breath brushed against Scarlett's face, making her close her eyes and blush.
"I had a fight with him. Why should I share a bathroom and bed with him? And since you're going to Sophia's tonight, I'll sleep here," she explained.
Even though her reasoning made sense, I couldn't help but detect a hint of jealousy in her voice.
I playfully tapped her nose and chuckled, "Are you jealous?"
Scarlett's eyes welled up, and she said, "I told you I'd let you go, let you build your career, and not interfere with your relationships. But when it comes down to it, it hurts, like someone is taking my man away."
Tears streamed down Scarlett's cheeks and dripped onto her chest.
I leaned in to kiss away the tears on her face, then the ones on her breasts.
The taste was bitter, much like the emotions between us.
I had been debating whether to tell Scarlett about Catherine and me, but now it seemed best to keep quiet.
It was hard for her to accept my relationship with Sophia, let alone the fact that Catherine and I were close in age and romantically involved.
It would crush her.
"It's okay, babe. Just this one last time, and I won't see her again," I reassured her.
"But if you just drop her, won't she go to her relatives or Robert and expose us?" Scarlett asked, gripping my bathrobe tightly, regret in her eyes.
"If I'd known asking Sophia for help wouldn't make Ryan the general manager, I never would've let you get involved with her," she lamented.
"But what's done is done, and we just have to deal with it," I said, giving Scarlett's nipple a playful pinch. "I'll stay home with you more, and head to work after ten. How's that sound?"
Scarlett stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. After a while, one of her hands slid down my chest and then to my cock. Feeling its heat and hardness, she started to pull her hand away.
I quickly held her hand in place and said in a husky voice, "Don't be scared. It feels good when you touch it."
"But it's so hot," Scarlett said shyly.
"The heat means it likes you. If it didn't, it wouldn't even get hard. Don't worry, it'll make you happy," I reassured her.
Scarlett tentatively wrapped her fingers around my cock and started to rub it up and down slowly.
With my face buried in her shoulder, I felt the coolness of her damp skin and inhaled the scent of her shower gel, which matched mine.
"Grip it tighter. It's strong. You won't hurt it," I encouraged her softly.
Scarlett obediently tightened her grip and continued to rub my cock up and down.
After about ten minutes, her hand started to tingle and burn. She let go, moved her neck, and looked at me with a hint of grievance. "My hand is numb."
"Should we move to the bed?" I asked gently.
She nodded, and I scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
As soon as I laid her down, I brought her legs together and positioned myself between them, sliding my cock against her.
The wet, warm, tight feeling enveloped me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Even though I hadn't penetrated her, the sensation was incredible.
I rubbed my cock against the edge of her pussy, and Scarlett's body moved with my motions, her breasts swaying.
She looked at me with eyes full of desire, occasionally glancing at her own chest. But with one hand on her waist and the other on my cock, I was too focused on the rubbing to catch her meaning.
Suddenly, she sat up, hugged me, and pulled me down on top of her.
Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, almost making me lose control.
"David, I've never gone all the way with you. Do you resent me for that?" she asked cautiously.
I didn't get what she meant at first, but I answered seriously, "No, I actually like it. It shows you're serious and responsible about family and marriage."
"Really? You won't hate me?" she asked, surprised.
"Really, I swear. I like you, even if we don't have sex. I still like you," I said sincerely.
Scarlett held my face, staring at me for a few seconds, emotions flickering in her eyes.
"I've decided. I want to have sex with you, real sex. You can put it in," she said.